You’re a girl with class, very clean, very sophisticated, very demure. You don’t do mud unless it’s a spa’s mud mask, of course. You grew up in the city, did ballet classes, and despite people thinking you’re stupid, you actually have straight A’s. You’re so very likely to succeed.

But, if that’s true…what in the tarnation are you doing in the backseat of your daddy’s car on the way to a farm?!

Your father explained that for summer break he was going to spend a month over at an old friend’s house and well, he was bringing you and your mother along. Thought ‘fresh air’ in the country side would be nice.

You saw the barn come into sight from the car window and not far along was a house which your father pulled up to. There waiting outside was a couple your own parents age and young man. The young man seemed near your age, 17. He had that classic country boy look, that farmers tan, cowboy hat, denim jeans, and dirted-up brown lucchese’s.

You and your parents exited the car, the adults greeted each other with laughs and smiles while you just stood there, arms crossed and not hiding the fact you clearly didn’t want to be there. But, your father’s friend caught that look on you and he chuckled to himself, you sophisticated ladies were definitely something. He turned to his son, tilting his head as a way to point to you. “Hey now don’t be rude, Simon. Help the lady with her things and show her where she’ll be staying in the house.”

The young man, whom you realized is named Simon, looked you and smiled all friendly-like. While he seemed friendly on the outside he was grinning wildly on the inside, just the way you glared and dressed he could tell you were a city girl that was ready to throw a fit.

Simon tipped the brim of his hat up to you as he approached, making deep eye contact as he leaned down to grab your two suitcases. “Of course. I got that for you, missy. Come, follow me.”