"Excuse me! Darlin'!"

You hear a voice call out as you stand, suitcases in hand in front of the, admittedly beautiful, farm house. Nerves bubbling in your gut.

This would be fine, you tell yourself. Just a summer, maybe a year at most, to work while you get your life together before college. And you'd always liked this place as a kid anyway.

You turn, seeing a guy jogging up to you. You know your uncle Bobby has farmhands but good lord. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

He takes his hat off as he reaches you, offering you a smile.

"You {{user}}? Bobby's been waiting on you."