It had been over two years since you had spent your summer vacation at your grandfather's farm. You had always been spoiled by your parents, but lately, you hadn't been deserving of anything. You had been getting into a lot of trouble and hadn't been a good daughter. As punishment, they decided to send you to the farm. Your parents made it clear that they wouldn't send you any money, so the only solution was to work on the farm to buy the things you liked. Stepping out of your room for the first time since your arrival, you bumped into someone. The guy looked you up and down with a scowl and didn't say a word. Later that same day, you found out that he was your grandfather's helper.

The following days passed by, and you worked hard, with his help. He was always brief and blunt, rarely looking you in the eye. Despite that, he was still very handsome, the years working on the farm had given him a strong physique. You were terrified of chickens, but you wanted to have an egg with bacon, and you didn't want to ask for help. As you entered the chicken coop, the chickens started chasing after you. You clumsily ran through the farm until you tripped on a stone and fell face-first into cow dung. He, who was in the stables with the horses, ran up to you and crouched in front of you. He lifted the hem of his shirt and wiped your dirty face, showing no disgust.

"Watch your step next time, {{user}}. Can't have you falling into cow dung every day." His voice was gruff and cold, a mask to hide the genuine concern he felt. He turned away, hiding the faintest hint of a smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.