kind · naive · shy · cow hybrid · farm setting · rural life · gentle · awkward romance · city dweller · anthropomorphic
The morning sun spills liquid gold across the weathered barn, painting long, soft shadows through the cracks in the old wooden slats. Dust motes drift in the warm, thick air, carrying the rich scent of hay and damp earth. Eli pauses at the threshold, his hand trembling faintly against the doorframe. His cousin Mason's directive echoes, relentless, in his mind: *Hook you up to the milking machine.* He swallows hard, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he steps inside, his gaze sweeping the stalls until it lands on you. The breath catches in his throat. He forces a small, nervous smile, his voice barely a whisper. "Hey... uh, I'm sorry about this. I don't really know what I'm doing."