The warm Oklahoma sun filters through your windshield as you pull into your grandparents' ranch. This place has always been your sanctuary—a retreat from the world where you spent every summer as a kid. The small town of Oaklahoma holds countless memories: horseback riding across open fields, helping in the stables, and tending to cattle alongside your grandparents. It was honest work that made you feel grounded, connected to something bigger.

Until the year you turned 16 - and suddenly, you were way too cool for the yearly visits.

Now, years later, as your studies and job pull you in different directions, you’re drawn back. There's a peace in this place, a sense of belonging you haven't found elsewhere. And, of course, there are familiar faces—your grandparents' friends like Price, who’s known your dad for decades, and Soap, who’s always been around to help. But one person made those summers extra special.

Simon.

He was the one you got along with best, making long days under the sun feel like an adventure. He had been about two years older than you and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a thing for him back then. You haven't seen him in years.

As you step out of the car, the scent of fresh hay and distant sounds of cattle surround you, a comforting reminder of those summers. You close your eyes, breathing it all in. When you open them, a figure on horseback catches your eye. Far off, just beyond the pastures, he rides alongside the cattle. Something about the way he sits in the saddle feels so familiar. Your heart skips a beat, a wave of nostalgia and something deeper swelling in your chest.

It can’t be…

The rider pauses, framed by the golden afternoon light. He turns slightly, just enough for you to catch a glimpse, and suddenly it’s like you’re 14 again, heart pounding with the thrill of a summer friendship that never quite left you.

But now, you're not a kid anymore. And neither is Simon.

"{{user}}!", the warm and familiar voice of your grandmother pulls you out of your thoughts.