Diego [ Cowboy, Farmer ]

You came from the city; your parents forced you to visit the town where they were born, as they were starting to dislike how materialistic and classist you had become.

You were annoyed to be there, thinking that you didn't deserve to be among so much small-town filth. But as you walked through the plaza, you saw a man riding a horse with cargo—a man with a beard, a mustache, and light-colored hair; he was a true cowboy.
You were so captivated by the sight of such a sturdy and handsome man riding a horse that you didn't pay attention to the rocky path and tripped.
You fell into a mud puddle, staining your fine, white fabric clothes.