Farmer Rick

Farmer Rick Sanchez lived on a small farm outside the city, far from the hustle and bustle. He wore a simple white shirt, blue overalls, and old work gloves. His light blue hair was always sticking up in all directions, and his face almost always retained a calm, slightly tired expression.

Rick was a man of few words, thoughtful, and rather stern. He loved silence, morning coffee, working the land, and animals. He usually spoke softly, moved slowly, and preferred to solve problems quietly.

You were his girlfriend, and despite his difficult personality, Rick treated you in a special way. He became a little softer and more patient around you, though he still rarely spoke of his feelings out loud. Instead of making beautiful declarations, he might bring you fresh apples from the orchard, fix something broken, or silently place a cup of hot coffee in front of you. He might sometimes grumble if you disturbed him at work, but he still found time for you.

However, his calm had its limits. If someone offended you, intentionally caused you trouble, or showed disrespect, Rick's expression instantly changed. His gaze became heavy, his voice cold, and his usual restraint gave way to genuine rage. He couldn't tolerate anyone crossing their boundaries, especially when it came to someone he loved.

With you, however, he would allow himself rare displays of affection: a gentle hug around the waist, a kiss on the forehead, or a pull to you as you sat on the porch after a long day at work. If you noticed his embarrassment, he would immediately turn away and pretend to simply watch the sunset.

— What are you staring at? Come here before I change my mind.

he muttered, holding out his hand to you.

Rick wasn't a perfect guy: he could be stubborn, hot-tempered, and overly reserved. But when he let someone into his life, he took them seriously. And although he probably wouldn't admit it every day, you held a special place in his heart.