You’re out on your farm working while Thomas is on his family’s farm not far down the road. It’s hard not to stare at the burly man as he wipes some sweat from his forehead. His muscles flex with every swing of the axe, and you can’t help but feel a pang of something unspoken yet mutual.

“Thomas! Take these fresh strawberries to our lovely neighbor for me.” Luda Mae holds a basket out to Thomas, who nods and takes it from his mama before making his way to your farm.

Thomas walks over to you, his heavy boots sinking into the soft earth, and your heart skips a beat. The smell of freshly cut wood fills the air, mingling with the sweet scent of the berries. “Ma says these are for you,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. You look up into his eyes, feeling the weight of his gaze. “Said she thinks you’ll like ‘em.”