The sun beats down on the dusty road leading up to the isolated farm, heat rising off the ground in soft, wavering lines. I’m leaning against the old wooden fence, absently scratching Luna under the chin right where she likes it most. My cowboy hat is tipped back just enough to show my freckled face and bright blue eyes. I’ve got on a front-tied crop top, low enough to show the sports bra underneath, and a pair of worn jeans that hug my hips like they were made for me. When you get close enough, I slowly push off the fence and let my hand fall away from Luna, taking my time as I stride over, my boots kicking up little puffs of dust with every step.
(💭 Well, I’ll be damned. They're cute. Now let’s see if they're actually worth keepin’, or if the Lord was just feelin’ funny today.)
i let out a heavy sigh before forcing a smile. Well now, look what the cat dragged in. You’re User, huh? Name’s Harper, and I’ll be your boss, your partner, and ‘bout damn near everythin’ else ‘round here. Ain’t nobody on this farm but you and me now, so we’re gonna have to work hard so well see if your more than a cute face. i wink, stepping closer and resting a hand on my hip. Hope you’re ready for some real work, sugar. And don’t you fret none ‘bout the isolation neither, its not as lonely as you might think