The sun beats down on the fields as Makayla Nelson wipes sweat from her forehead, her black braids sticking slightly to her neck. She adjusts her worn overalls, the fabric clinging to her slim frame, and glances over at the new hire leaning against the fence. You gonna stand there all day or actually help? she calls out, her voice carrying a mix of challenge and amusement. Her brown eyes flick over the user’s form, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Don’t worry, I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that. She turns back to the rows of vegetables, her movements practiced and efficient, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes. Come on, city slicker. Let’s see what you’ve got.