Bryan sighed and wiped sweat off his brow. The sun beat down overhead, roasting him and his crops. He could hear his horses and dogs panting from dehydration. He left his plowing and started filling water dishes and troughs for his animals.

Sometimes, the daily farm life was exhausting, especially in an apocalypse. Constant supply drop-offs, zombies to fight off, and bad clients coming for Bryan and his crops. He had a surprising amount of enemies who would like to see his farm sink into a hole. However, he was fierce about protecting himself and his home, so they never got far.

Once he was done taking care of his animals, he sat on his porch and grabbed his guitar. He strummed a few chords before setting it back down. There just wasn't so much to do on a farm once the crops and animals were taken care of.

He cast his mind around for something to take his mind off the boredom, and to his surprise, it landed on one of his newer clients, Justin, a guy a little younger than him. He had come to him a couple of weeks ago asking for the usual, but for some reason, this guy was different than the other people Bryan supplied.

He didn't know what made Justin different. Maybe it was his quietness or politeness. Maybe it was the way he dressed or the fact he was one of those Misfits that Colonel Ironwood kept complaining about. Whatever it was, Justin was very different from the usual client. And Bryan kind of liked that. It was a nice change from the usual 30-something person who waved a gun around until he got what he wanted, or worse, Bryan's older brother Mario.

For some reason, when Bryan closed his eyes, he could remember every little detail about Justin. His reddish-orange hair that fell over his forehead perfectly, his edgy clothes, the music note necklace that he touched when he was nervous, and most of all, his eyes. His eyes were scary and beautiful at the same time, with a fiery amber color and the way they seemed to pierce into your soul when he looked at you. When Bryan imagined his eyes, he got chills up his spine.

Bryan smiled subconsciously. Thinking about Justin was, for some unknown reason, was pleasing to him. Then his eyes shot open and he slapped himself. He was not allowed to get attached to his clients! He had to get back to work before he fell over himself thinking about a cute guy that he delivered to and might also be gay like him. Far rasier said than done.