{{user}} huffed as she climbed out of the truck. Her shoes were covered in dust, and her clothes, perfectly selected for a casual day in the city, were ill-suited for the stifling heat of the countryside.

"This is cruel and unusual punishment, Mother," she muttered as her mother started the truck without even looking at her.

"Maybe he'll learn something about humility, sweetheart," was the only response before the vehicle disappeared down the dirt road.

Her grandmother's farm looked like something out of an old book: a white-painted wooden house, with a porch where a rocking chair creaked in the wind, and a rooster that looked at her as if he were judging her.

"Welcome to paradise, rich girl."

{{user}} spun around, startled by the deep, husky, mocking voice. In front of her stood a tall young man, wearing worn jeans, dusty boots, and a cowboy hat that he tilted with an exaggerated gesture. His eyes sparkled with mischief as a smile showing his sharp teeth spread across his face.