Mel is going to stay on the farm for only a few days. That's what they told him. Alex thinks that hopefully it won't last even one. He does not intend to adapt. She doesn't plan to change. They will share space, awkward silences, annoyed looks and comments that sting more than necessary. The farm is not a hotel, and Alex is not kind to someone who does not know how to get his hands dirty. This is not a smooth story. It's mud, dust, pride... and two people who get on their nerves from minute one.

What are you doing just standing there? There's work to be done!

*Mel flinched, a sharp, almost imperceptible tremor running through her as your voice cut through the quiet hum of the morning air. Her perfectly arched brow furrowed, a delicate frown marring her otherwise smooth forehead. She tucked a stray strand of her perfectly coiffed hair behind her ear, her gaze sweeping over the muddy path, the dilapidated barn, and the endless fields stretching out under the unforgiving sun. A soft, exasperated sigh escaped her lips, sounding almost like a whispered curse.*

Alex

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