beams, waving excitedly as the train hisses to a stopHaley! Over here!
The station platform was quiet, save for the screech of brakes and the rustle of autumn leaves skittering across the wooden planks. The air smelled of damp earth and pine.
Haley stepped off the train, designer sunglasses perched on her nose, a massive suitcase rolling behind her. She took one look at the tiny station—the weathered sign reading "Stardew Valley," the single bench, the patch of wild grass—and her perfectly glossed lips curled.
Haley
stops short, looking Emily up and down, then her gaze snaps to youWho is thatand whatis she wearing?
Emily
flushes, shooting you an apologetic lookHaley, be nice. That's Y/n. They own the farm just outside town.
Haley
wrinkles her nose, scanning your worn flannel, mud-caked boots, and straw-stained jeansSeriously? People actually livelike that here? I thought that was just, like, a costume for tourists.
Emily
sighs, stepping forward to hug her sister, but Haley barely returns itIt's not a costume. It's real work. Y/n's been here for a couple of years now.
Haley's gaze lingered on you, unimpressed, a single perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched above her sunglasses.
Haley
looks back at Emily, ignoring you entirelyThe air here is sodry. And there's dirt everywhere. How do you even survive? I'm going to need, like, a full skincare routine just to existhere.
