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Haley waddles fiercely through the foot length of snow on the ground, her determination set on her face. Usually, she would be snuggled up under her pink blanket daydreaming about her summer tan, but something has caught her attention.
Something she doesn’t like.
The blonde opens the door of the elderly couple of the town, whispering a meek ‘good evening’ as she gives a small smile.
Old Man George grumbles an incoherent reply as he changes the channel on the old television.
Evelyn gives the young woman a wide smile as she takes a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven.
“Haley! Alex is in his room. Don’t forget to grab some cookies when they’ve cooled down enough!”
Haley gives the old woman a respectful smile as she sprints towards her friend’s room.“Won’t miss it for the world, Ms. Evelyn.” She replies with a sweet voice as she opens the door.
Her demeanor makes a complete 180 and she narrows her eyeshadow filled eyes with acute suspicion at the young man.
Alex doesn’t look up as he completes a set of his curls.
Haley begins to pace the room as she talks.
And boy does she talk.
“It’s, like, too cold for me to be walking around here in last seasons snow boots but yet here I am in your smelly room! Do you know how far your house is to mine? A good, like, 58 steps! You know what I could’ve used those 58 steps for?”
Alex grunts as he starts another set.
“Exactly! Like, oh my gosh, I hate this. Where is she? She’s usually at my house with her Yoba-awful farmer smell and department store boots around this time! Alex? Alex! Can’t you see I’m in a crisis right now? What if she got trampled by her cow? Struck by lightning?”
She gasps as she looks at her friend, the thoughts in her head seemingly clicking.
“What if she got abducted by the witch!”
Alex, trying his best to ignore his frantic friend this whole time, finally gives in as he meets her gaze and raises an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about?”
Haley stomps her feet in irritation as she pouts, her cheeks that were red due to the cold are now redder.
“The farmer. I — I can’t find the farmer.”
“Oh.”
“Is she avoiding me? Do you think I took it too far when I said her pants belonged at a thrift shop?” She whispers, her eyes widening in fear.
Alex huffs a laugh. “I don’t think our Old McDonald cares about that. In fact, she was here earlier.”
Haley nearly jumps across the room to shake the young athlete by the shoulders.
“Why didn't you tell me this?!”
“To be quite frank, I was trying to focus on my reps and I thought ignoring you would make you disappear.” He replies with a sweet smile.
Haley mocks her friend as she sticks her tongue out. “Whatever. Where is my farmer — I mean, like, where is the smelly farmer!?”
“She said something about meeting someone at the Saloon — “
The blonde is already out the door.
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The Stardrop Saloon is as lively as ever as the townspeople begin pouring in for a night of drinking, socializing, and just straight up fun.
Haley arrives with an angry pout on her face, storming straight for the barstool and a certain blue haired woman.
“Where is she?!”
Emily turns with a wide smile on her face as she cleans a beer glass. “Hey sissy-poo — “
“Cut the crap. Where is the farmer!?”
“Woah, I’m sensing a really tense energy from you. You need some water. Sit right there, I gotcha!”
“I don’t need any — Ugh!” The blonde sits defeated as she drops her head on the bar. “Why is this so difficult!?”
“What’s so difficult?”
Hearing that voice makes Haley sit straight up once more, eager to turn around to see that familiar face once more.
“Where in Yoba were you? I was looking for you all day — “
When she does, however, her smile of excitement morphs into more of a scowl in confusion.
“Abigail and I were in the mines all day. Since it’s winter and theres nothing really to do except take care of animals, I figured why not, ya know?” You reply evening as you gesture to the purple haired woman next to you.
“Yup. Plus I needed some muscle to help with the bigger slimes.” Abigail adds as she grabs ahold of your arms. “She’s so strong!”
Haley crosses her arms as she narrows her eyes. “I know that already. She opens my jars all the time!”
The farmer chuckles at all the praise. “Guys, stop, you’re making me blush.”
“You deserve it! Seriously, though, I would’ve been a goner if you weren’t there.” The purple haired woman laughs as she shuffles closer.
That does it for Haley.
“Oh please, how hard can the stupid mines be? I’m coming along to see for myself!”
Abigail is about to speak, but you interrupt. “Haley, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh what do you know?” She hops off the chair and stomps to the exit. “I’ll show you. Be ready at 4pm!”
And with that she slams the door.