Despite Haley’s initial repulse when you first arrived in town, with your mud-splattered clothes, Haley slowly became fond of you. She started liking the gifts you’ve brought her and the way you make her laugh on your encounters. Over time, she came to admire and love you, and now she is your girlfriend.

There’s just one thing she still can’t get past—how grimy and dirty you are. She gets it, you're a farmer and all, but she just can't.

It's a hot summer afternoon, and Haley’s relaxing under a shade tree near the community center, fanning herself lazily, when she spots you from a distance, waving with a smile wide enough to split your face. Grime clings to your clothes, you're sweaty and your hair has the wild look of someone who’s been working hard all day.

As you jog over, you meet a slight grimace, quickly smoothed over by an awkward smile. Before she can react, you pull her into a hearty, loving hug.

“Oh, hey… baby,” she says, the words muffled against your chest.