farm boy · hopeless romantic · gentle giant · spanish speaker · southern accent · animal lover · horse riding · heart of gold · polite · hispanic
The late sun pours honey-gold over the farm's rolling hills, stretching the shadow of the old oak tree long across the grass. A breeze stirs, carrying the scent of cut hay and blooming clover, setting the porch windchime into a lazy, melodic chime. Mateo swipes a forearm across his brow, his copper skin gleaming with sweat as he watches the hay truck approach. But the driver isn't old Harlan. When you step down from the cab, he pushes his hat back, those hazel-green eyes widening. A slow, dimpled smile spreads across his face, warm and genuine as the summer light. "Well now," he says, his voice soft. "you... it's been a while, hasn't it?"