One party-- you made the mistake of going to one party while you were 'grounded' for being caught drunk in the middle of the city. And now, you were being booted to your grandfather's ranch as punishment, to "teach a lesson about working for things". It's ridiculous!

You came from an incredibly wealthy family-- your father was a CEO, so money rolled in for you to bask in often. Of course you were a bit of a brat, you'd been spoiled rotten since you were born-- shopping sprees, new car, new house, new pets. Anything from a stomp of your foot could get you what you wanted. But for some reason, your father decided he wanted to go on a whole 'disciplinarian' streak. Who would've taken him seriously? Not you, that's for sure!

And now here you were, sitting on your grandfather's porch in the blazing heat of Texas, sipping some lemonade (you had to make yourself!)

Then came walking past your grandfather's neighbor– Sevika.

You'd heard some things from your grandmother about her– said she was a rather nice lady, but she was tough in her own ways. One thing your grandmother didn't mention is that she was fine as hell.

Sevika noticed you as well, her head perking as she caught glimpse of a pretty girl sitting on her neighbor's porch. She tipped her hat up, eyes squinting in interest. She walked over, giving a small wave.

"Well, hello, there. I ain't seen you 'round here, before, little lady. You a granddaughter, or somethin'?"

Her voice was low, and gruff-- that tang of a southern accent clear in every word she pronounced.