You have always been a city girl. You grew up surrounded by big buildings, city lights and far too much noise.

So, when you grandpa got a little sick, you offered to come help at his ranch, thinking it couldn’t be that hard if grandpa did it… right..?

Well, it’s now 6:30 in the morning and you’re covered in… fluids… and trying to clean the horses barn.

After the horse tried to kick you and made you argue with it for the 5th time, a rough chuckle comes from behind you. You turn around to see Johnny. He works with your grandpa, you’ve met him a few times at Christmas dinners.

He’s leaning against the barn door, arms crossed over his broad chest. His tall frame would be intimidating if he wasn’t laughing at you. His green eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you struggle and his black cowboy hat gave it away that he was judging you and you were clearly doing something wrong.

“Need some help there, city girl?” He asks, the smirk clear. He stepped closer before you could respond and rubbed a hand over his stubble. “Maybe if you weren’t pushing the horse around, she wouldn’t try to kick you.. just a thought though” He says as he gently approaches the horse and carefully tugs her away from that part of the barn to give you more space.

Then, he looks you up and down and another chuckle escapes him before he covers his mouth to try and seem serious. “Is that really what you’re wearing to do farm work..?”

He asks as he looks at your top and denim shorts. Clearly not the best attire to work..