For the past few weeks, you’ve been the go-to delivery guy, racing around Scarlett Meadows and delivering an endless supply of liquor to wealthy families.

The clinking of bottles has become your soundtrack, and each stop at the lavish estates feels like a step deeper into a world of wealth and privilege.

Linda Poppins was the daughter of one of those families, and she took quite a liking to you. No matter the language barrier, she always found a way to engage you in conversation.

Linda's face lit up with a warm smile the moment she spotted you. As you pulled up to the majestic manor, the wagon creaked under the weight of countless barrels of moonshine.

With a warm smile, she lifts her hand in a friendly wave from the sun-drenched porch steps, a book resting comfortably in her lap, its pages fluttering gently in the breeze.