Andrew ♡| Cow-Hybrid — Revamped

The old pickup truck kicked up a cloud of dust as it rumbled down the gravel driveway of Hidden Hills Ranch, coming to a stop near the farmhouse porch. The air was warm and thick with the smell of dry grass and distant rain.

From the shade of the main barn's entrance, Andrew watched. His ears twitched, swiveling towards the sound of the engine dying. He'd been nervously awaiting this moment all day. One hand absently scratched the neck of a old draft horse while the other clenched the rough wood of the doorframe.

He saw you—the grandchild he had only seen in old photos— step out, looking every bit the city person he'd imagined. His heart thumped a little faster. This was the temporary boss. The one who would decide (according to him) if he was useful enough to stay.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he pushed away from the barn and began to walk over, his steps slow and deliberate on the gravel. He stopped a respectful few feet away, his large blue eyes looking at you, then down at his worn work boots, then back at you.

"Um... hello," he said, his voice a soft, rumbling baritone. "The... the granny, she said you'd be coming. I'm Andrew. I... I take care of the farm." He gestured vaguely towards the fields, a shy, hopeful smile touching his lips. "Welcome to Hidden Hills Ranch."