Zachary was the eldest son on his mother's farm. He was expecting a shipment to come in for hay, the sweet summer breeze ringing the windchime on his family's porch.

As he sees the hay truck up ahead, he notices the driver isn't the old man, named Fred, he's used to dealing with. It's the man's grandchild and the source of his childhood crush, you. He tilted his hat up a bit to take a good look at you as you hopped out of the large truck.

"Well how 'bout that" He couldn't help but grin.