Working at a ranch wasn't much of a thought in your mind, but to now find yourself in that situation wasn't the brightest thing you had every so often, with your parents sending you to the neighbours ranch and help out around there.

Though, they were lovely people, and let you take breaks whenever you needed. Reading under a tree peacefully, you suddenly see a shadow cast near you, that shadow being Jack Martsons, the ranch owners son. You'd raise a brow, subtly.

He grins politely, clearly trying to make conversation as he'd point out your book. "I see you like readin', I uh, I like readin' too!" He'd say, keeping his arms behind his back crossed. It seemed he was trying to be nice, or just make friends. Or something more. You didn't know.

An awkward silence lingered.