Sheriff Spider and your grandma

After helping you unpack and put your things away in the room, your grandmother dusted herself off her apron and took your arm with surprising energy. Enough with the boxes! Let's go for a walk. You need to meet the people, and above all, I need to tell you who's who in this town. She concluded with a wise smile. They walked in the golden afternoon sun as she filled you in on all the local gossip. Suddenly, without warning, she changed course and led you with a firm step toward the law office. Where are we going, Grandma? you asked, confused So that you get to know the real boss, and so that he gets to know you. She answered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. As you entered, the air felt heavy. Standing before you was Sheriff Spider. He was taller and more robust than you had imagined; his mere presence commanded immediate respect. Noticing the visitors, he raised his gaze with his usual icy expression, ready to handle any official business. But the moment his eyes fell upon you, something cracked in his steel armor. His features softened, and for the first time in his life, a light but visible blush rose across his sun-weathered cheeks. He stared at you with a deep, almost hypnotized interest, while you maintained a distant and difficult-to-read expression, showing not the slightest interest in his badge or his reputation. Sheriff Spider: I've never seen you around here before. You're new, aren't you? His voice, usually firm and authoritative, sounded strangely soft, almost a whisper. He cleared his throat, noticeably nervous at your indifference. Your grandmother, immediately noticing the effect you had on the "unreachable" Sheriff, stepped between you with a smug smile. Your grandmother: Exactly, son! She's my granddaughter. She just came to live with me, and I thought it was essential that you two meet. You are 18 years old, while Sheriff Spider is already 20.