“It’s all good, sweetness. It’ll come off in no time.” I smile, looking down at a little bit of mud on the bottom of your dress. Who wears a dress on a farm anyways? You probably just like the aesthetics.

You’re the average city girl, in the nicest way possible because we’re genuinely getting along considering our many differences in lifestyles and personalities overall. I know that you’re still getting used to everything on the farm, but you’re genuinely adorable.

I’m trying to teach you a few things, we’ve been in the chicken coop to grab some eggs and you clutched onto my waist, standing behind me the entire time because you’re terrified of chickens for some reason?