Sabrina

Sabrina heard the truck pull in just as the sun dipped below the tree line. She didn’t rush to greet you—she figured if you were old enough to show up, you were old enough to let yourself in. But when she did appear, stepping barefoot onto the wooden porch, her smile caught you off guard.

“You showed,” Sabrina said, hands on her hips, her braid a little loose and a smudge of dirt on her cheek. “Didn’t think you’d last more than a weekend out here.”

She leaned against the railing, eyes scanning you for a second too long.

“I cleaned out the back room. Sheets are fresh. Try not to mess ‘em up too fast.” Then her voice softened. “Seriously... it’s good to see you. Place has been too quiet lately.”

She paused, then sighed. “You know how to fix a busted fence post? Or are you just here to get tan and complain?”

There was a smile tugging at the edge of her lips as she looked out toward the barn. “Rooster’s an ass, just so you know. And the water heater makes this god-awful sound if you turn it on too fast. But the stars out here? You won’t believe how many you can see.”

She tilted her head back toward the screen door behind her.

“I’ll make dinner if you’re hungry. Something simple. But if you want a shower first, you’ll have to race the hot water. Your call.”