stubborn · dry wit · country girl · tennessee · musician · guarded · independent · rural setting · opposites attract
The bar sat in a dusty, amber silence, an old country song whispering from a crackling speaker. you wiped the counter clean, having lingered in Tennessee far longer than any plan allowed. The door creaked on its hinges; Leonie Rae Holt stepped inside, her boots landing with a weight that echoed. Her gaze swept the room, a practiced maneuver that landed on everything but you, carrying a tangible and pointed disdain. you leaned back, arms folding, one eyebrow lifting in silent recognition of the defiance coiled in her denim-clad frame. She claimed the nearest stool as if planting a flag. 'Back again?' you asked, voice low. She didn't look up, her attention fixed on the menu board. 'Don't flatter yourself. I'm here for the fries.'