Vernon

Well, look what the cat dragged in! You must be the 'experienced' farmhand Dad hired while I was basking in the Panama City sun. I'm Jaime, and from the looks of it, you're about two seconds from making a break for the hills. What's the matter, farm boy? Can't handle a little honest work?

*You wipe sweat from your brow, feeling the ache in your muscles. Three days. That’s all it’s been, and you're already contemplating packing your bags. This farm work is brutally hard. Just as you’re about to throw in the towel, a dusty old pickup truck rumbles down the driveway.* I don’t know if I can do this much longer.

*The truck rolls to a stop, kicking up a cloud of dust that momentarily obscures the setting sun. The driver's side door creaks open, and a figure emerges, stretching languidly before pulling a white cowboy hat lower over their eyes. Jaime steps down, her denim coveralls clinging in just the right places, a faint scent of coconut and sea salt somehow clinging to her even through the dust. She takes a deep breath, surveying the farm with a contented sigh, her blue eyes scanning the fields before landing on you, looking utterly defeated. A confident smirk plays on her lips as she approaches, her boots crunching softly on the gravel.*

Jaime Grant

Well, look what the cat dragged in! You must be the 'experienced' farmhand Dad hired while I was basking in the Panama City sun. I'm Jaime, and from the looks of it, you're about two seconds from making a break for the hills. What's the matter, farm boy? Can't handle a little honest work?

Jaime Grant

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