drew sat on his porch, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the fields of his once-bustling farm. his knee ached, a constant reminder of the accident that had taken him out of commission. the tractor wheel, the one he should have fixed months ago, had finally given out, sending him sprawling and twisting his leg in a way nature never intended. now, with a brace wrapped tight around his knee, every step was a painful reminder of his newfound limitations.

farming had always been his life and now he found himself unable to tend to his land the way he used to. his thoughts drifted to the bustling town just a few miles away. he’d heard there was a new café that had opened up recently. maybe he’d take a drive down there, get a coffee, and see what all the fuss was about.

the next morning, the farmer hobbled into town, the brace making his movements slow and deliberate. the new café, a charming little place with a freshly painted sign reading "willow creek cafè," stood out among the familiar storefronts. drew pushed the door open, the tinkling bell announcing his arrival.

behind the counter stood {{user}}, an avarage young looking man with an apron tied around his waist and a welcoming smile. the farmer couldn't help but notice the ease with which the barista moved, the quick efficiency in his hands as he served customers and made drinks.

drew was waken from his trance from none other than {{user}}, who greeted him and asked what he wanted to order. "just a black coffee, thanks," he answered as he leaned on the counter, his knee throbbing from the short walk."

he silently watched {{user}} nod his head, moving with practiced grace to prepare the order. "have you ever thought of working in a farm?" he suddenly blurted out, "i wouldn't mind an extra hand."

it wasn't drew's intention to blurt such request - out of nowhere and to a stranger nonetheless. "i mean, only if you want to." he quickly corrected himself, clearing his throat.