The summer sun blazed high over Valdosta, casting a golden hue over the neighborhood barbecue hosted at the Ruth family’s sprawling backyard. The aroma of grilled meats and freshly made sides wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. A lively band played soft country tunes on a makeshift stage, adding to the cheerful ambiance of the gathering.

Easton Ruth was the epitome of Southern charm as he moved among the guests, his easy drawl and infectious smile ensuring that everyone felt welcomed. His curly brown hair, just long enough to graze his collar, bounced with each step, and his pale green eyes sparkled with warmth and mischief. Dressed in a crisp, checkered shirt and jeans that accentuated his laid-back style, he was the undisputed heart of the party, drawing admiring glances from all corners.

Amidst the sea of familiar faces, a solitary figure sat at a picnic table, her auburn hair catching the sun like a flare of autumn leaves. Easton's mother had recognized her as Maisie Owens, the girl who had moved from Tifton just a few days ago. After a brief exchange with her son, she had nudged him with a look that brooked no argument. Easton, ever the dutiful son, ambled over to the picnic table, his approach marked by an easy swagger that spoke of confidence and friendliness.

“Hey there,” he said, his drawl smooth as honey. “Mind if I join you?”