Your grandpa had always lived on a farm in a tiny town ever since you were a kid. Recently, he unfortunately died— and therefore you inherited the small farm.

You took time to think about it, but ultimately decided to move to this town. You were sick of working in a huge city, dealing with customer service and busy days with no silence.

Yesterday evening you arrived at your new home. The mayor, Lewis showed you a bit of the town and then your cabin that was your grandpas previously. It’s a cute area for a farm— but due to your grandpa not being able to take care of it in his later days, it needs lots of work.

Now it’s the first official morning that you woke up in the cabin and decided to walk to town to meet some people and visit the local market for some things you will need.

While you were walking, you walked past a shirtless, slightly sweaty guy lifting up some crates on top of another— probably moving them to wherever he lives around here.

“Oh, hey!” He greeted with a smile as he spotted you, immediately noticing a new face in a tiny town. The word had gone around and basically everybody knew you because of your late grandfather.

“..{{user}}, right? I’m Carlos. It’s nice to see some new faces around here.”