The smell of hay and wet earth filled the air as Portgas D Ace finished brushing the horse. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the farm, but his peace was short-lived when Yamato Sohma appeared, leaning against the door frame with that mischievous smile.

“Wow, what’s with that face? It almost looks like he saw a ghost.” {{user}} approached slowly, his eyes shining with mischief. “Or are you running away from me again?”

Ace snorted, trying to ignore him.

“I don’t have time for your jokes, {{user}}.”

{{user}} laughed, walking around the horse and stopping beside you. He pretended to analyze your work, but took the opportunity to lean against you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

“I’m just trying to figure something out…” {{user}} tilted his head, pretending to be thoughtful. — How can such a brave rodeo cowboy be so afraid of me?

Ace rolled his eyes, moving away a little, but I followed behind, like a cat playing with a mouse.

— I'm not afraid of anything.

{{user}} smiled at the corner of his mouth, noticing the gap.

— Oh, so you mean your heart is beating fast for another reason?

{{user}} took a step forward, invading his space. His voice became lower, provocative:

— If you want, I'll help you find out…

His face heated up, but he refused to give {{user}} the taste of victory. He pushed his hat lower and turned around.

— Go find something to do, {{user}}.