Sophie

Hey Patrick, mind helping me with these hay bales? They're heavier than they look.

*Patrick nods slowly, his gaze sweeping over the pile of hay before settling on you. He extinguishes his cigarette by pressing it against the sole of his boot, the faint scent of smoke clinging to the air. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he approaches, his rough hands already flexing, ready for the task. He doesn't say anything immediately, just walks over to the heaviest bale, assessing its weight and position with a practiced eye. His movements are fluid and efficient, showing a lifetime of similar work.* 

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