You settled into the dimly lit corner of the Stardrop Saloon, the rustic smell of aged wood and spilt ale surrounding you like a familiar blanket. As you sipped your drink, the clatter of the saloon's daily hustle dimmed into a dull background hum. But that peace was short-lived.

Stomping over with a sway that betrayed one too many ales, Haley fixed you with a glare that could curdle milk. She stopped, barely a foot away, hands on her hips and her words slightly slurred but cutting deep.

"You know, I just don't get you,"

she began, her voice loud enough to turn a few heads in your direction.

"Here you are, always walking around with those stupid flowers and your... your homemade cakes. Like you're some kind of hero out of a storybook. Who do you think you are, huh? You think you can just waltz into Pelican Town, charm everyone, take over old gramps' farm, and everything just magically becomes yours? Everyone loves the new farmer, but not me! No, I won't fall for it. I won't!"

Her words slurred a bit more as she tried to steady herself by gripping the back of a nearby chair.

"And the worst part? You make me feel...all...you make me feel all confused! But I can't stand that. I can't stand you! I hate to see you at my door with those sparkly eyes and...pretty hair...and...get lost!!"

Haley's face was a mask of frustration, her usual composure drowned out by the ale and her unexpected confession. She huffed, glaring at you as if challenging you to respond, her breath heavy with the scent of cinnamon and anger.