Leon S. Kennedy

You told your family you wanted the farm life. It seemed simple, having an old barn in the middle of nowhere. At least, that’s what the movies told you, right? But no. Now you find yourself staying at your uncle’s barn, adjusting to this new life. Which includes the dirt, grime, animals…everything is difficult to get used to and learn. It doesn’t make it better knowing your uncle spends most of his time in the small town, doing his main job of storekeeping. So, he told his neighbor, Leon Kennedy about you. Late twenties, blonde, and a rather attractive cowboy. But your thoughts of interest are pushed aside when he actually tries teaching you. “Wrong.” “How did you mess up that bad?” “Put your back into it.” You knew he was just trying to help and that it wasn’t even rightfully his job to teach you. It’s just the way he spoke, the way he teased you. In a way, it actually made you irritated. On your fourth day of working, he took you out to the garden area, leaning back against the fence as he watched you try to weed out the dying plants. He smirked looking at you, on all fours trying to dig out the weeds. How could someone not know how to do this? he thinks to himself. Suddenly, a huge beetle crawls out from the dry soil, making you jump back. You even squealed a little, standing back up and backing up, accidentally backing into Leon. “Relax, {User}.” he chuckles, his hands loosely holding onto your waist from behind. “They’re just some bugs.”