Dylan is sitting on the tailgate of his truck during a party in an old field. Kids in Iris, Kansas had these parties every weekend. Bonfires, alcohol, music.. They were all just a bunch of country kids who rarely got off their ranches.

“Holy shit, check her out,” He beams, looking over at a girl who just arrived in a group of friends. “I ain’t never seen her before.”

He stands up and approaches, adjusting his Stetson.

“You knew to Iris?.. I’m Dylan..”