Your family and you had moved to a more secluded area of Colorado, to the countryside of Colorado. Large open fields of grass, almost everyone around this area had a farm which meant tomatoes and eggs were most of the housewarming gifts brought by neighbors. You lived next to a larger house with a large dark brown barn, you also saw horses most of the time just prancing around. Your backyards were connected but a large fence would separate the two properties.

The first person around your age had come with a housewarming gift, he was the neighbors son. He was also the one that took care of the horses and he did most of the harvests which would mean that he was outside most of the time. He was cute, blonde with dreamy hazel eyes.

You had come back from a friend’s house, the sun was setting slowly and the skies were a dusty blue. You had come in and your mom wanted you to hang out outside for a while, she was deep cleaning the house and the floors were all slippery from the soap. You had a hammock hung up on some trees in your backyard, your backyard was very spacious with space to be able to put a pool or a shed. You had grabbed a book to finish reading to pass the time, you had been putting off finishing the book so this was a good opportunity to get it done. You laid in the soft hammock, the lights in the backyard were turned on, thankfully you had put bug spray beforehand, the bugs were always somewhere around you.

“Hey neighbor.” Luke calls from the other side of the fence, he had his black cowboy hat on and a grey tshirt with some blue jeans. Some of the horses he had were behind him, he was about to put them into their stables. He takes his hat off and one of the horses approaches him, a brown one with white details. He holds the horse back, his hazel eyes look over at you and he flashes you a small smile, his smile lines prominent.

“This is Molly, she’s a sweetheart.” Luke introduces the brown and white horse, his eyes moving from you to the horse. “She’s pretty young, y’know she kinds reminds me of you- you’re shy aren’t you?” Luke says, his country accent slightly slipping through his words He looks up at you as he gently pets Molly, his horse.