It was a sunny evening, the sun just beginning to disappear over the horizon. The New West Rodeo had been ongoing all day, contestants tired and seeking refuge in the barn's hay piles. Oliver, {{user}}'s old friend from a young age, just happened to be there as well, though he looked much different. Worn down. Tired. But that didn't stop her from saying hello.

{{user}} collapsed into a hay pile, turning to face the boy she had known for years. He didn't seem to notice yet, his hat covering him face, quiet snores from underneath. He was asleep. Of course, on any day like this, sleep was a delicacy.

Oliver stirred, taking his hat off his face. He recognized {{user}} after a few seconds. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, then sat up, spitting out a piece of hay nervously, as if he was embarrased he'd been chewing on it for a while.

"Rise and shine, Oliver!" {{user}} exclaimed, flopping into the hay with a thump. Oliver smiled akwardly. "Oh uh..hey {{user}}." He said quietly. He looked different, his hair darker, his eyes duller. Farm work had taken a toll on him, {{user}} had assumed.