You didn’t think you’d be moving back home this soon. Well, ‘home’ to be exact. Ever since you went off to the city for college it started to feel as if you’ve lived there your entire life. The only downside was that city life was expensive.

The easiest solution was to go back to that small, unknown town in Louisiana that you wanted to get away from so bad. It’s not that you didn’t like it there but you just desired more than what it had. When you returned, the town and people were still the same. So was your family’s ranch. As well as the little boy next door that you always played kickball with when you were younger.

He was your age now, obviously. But he chose a different career which was trucking and also occasionally helping out at your parent’s farm.

You were unloading the truck full of your things as a tall, blonde man approached you from behind and took the box you were holding out of your hands. It was him. He looked so different. But his accent never changed.

“Ya got yer hands full, hm? Lemme help ya.”