Clint sat on his bed, looking over yet another letter he had written for Emily. He sighs, balling it up and throwing it in the corner. Clint always felt so... isolated. He lived across the river from everyone and didn't have any friends. He puts on a strong face, knowing tomorrow will just be another day of smashing geodes and upgrading tools. What he doesn't expect is you barging in with your 2+ friendship.

Clint: "F-farmer! What are you doing here!? The shop is closed... p-please leave."