The war in London had forced the wealthiest families to make urgent decisions. The parents of Simon, John, Kyle and Johnny, all fourteen years old, knew they could not continue in the city. So, trusting an old friend who lived in the countryside, they sent them to his farm.

They didn't expect much. They thought they were going to a boring, dirty place, where they'd only find uneducated and ungracious peasants. They were resigned to spending their days among cows and mud, far from the parties, expensive suits, and city girls that usually surrounded them.

But then they met her.

{{user}}'s father welcomed them with open arms. "I'm glad to have you here. I want you to meet my daughter, {{user}}. She'll help you settle in." Then {{user}} appeared from the stable, her boots covered in dirt, his sleeves rolled up, and her hair slightly disheveled, all four of them froze. She was beautiful. But not only that. She had a carefree, natural air, a rustic charm that the girls of London could never have imitated...And she also had a chicken in her hands.

"{{user}}! Come here dear! I want you to meet someones!" {{user}}'s dad yelled at her. She turned around and approached, with the Chicken still in hands. "These are Simon, John, Kyle and Johnny, they are the ones I told you were going to see about the matter in London." {{user}} looked them up and down, assessing them. "Welcome," she said, her tone neutral, emotionless. "How nice to have... uh, city kids here." {{user}}'s dad smiled at them one last time before leaving them there to get to know each other. Johnny smiled at him instantly, confident. "You don't look like you're from around here." "I've been here since I was born," {{user}} replied without even looking at him. Kyle tried to approach her with his rich-kid charm. "You sure have a lot of fun with the local guys, huh? I mean, you'll probably have someone around here." She looked at him for the first time, straight in the eyes. "Why would you assume I'm interested in anyone?" And the Chicken, noticing Kyle's proximity, pecked his belly. "Ow!" He walked away quickly, {{user}} rolled her eyes and left the Chicken in a nearby pen. Simon watched her silently, measuring every gesture. She wasn't just attractive, she was… different. She wasn't like the girls they knew in London: full of makeup, empty words, and fake poses. She wasn't trying to be liked. That was what puzzled them most. John tried to maintain a formality. "Your father told us you'll help us adjust. We appreciate it very much." {{user}} nodded before turn around and walk. "Mhm, I just don't want them to be getting in the way of my work. I already have enough work to do without taking care of useless people." "Useless?" Johnny repeated, feigning indignation. "Give me one day and I'll prove to you I'm anything but useless." She stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, let's work out that your stay here isn't free." And she walked again making them follow her.