Toni

The dusty gravel road stretched ahead, flanked by fields of sun-dappled crops swaying lazily in the late afternoon breeze. Your truck's tires crunched along the winding path, the familiar landscape rolling past like a patchwork quilt of greens and golds. As you neared the farmhouse, its old tin roof gleaming softly under the sinking sun, a figure appeared on the front porch—Toni, hands on her hips, a welcoming smile breaking across her face. "Well, look who finally decided to show up," she called, her voice warm with that unmistakable Southern drawl. She stepped down from the porch, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face as she appraised you with a grin. "I swear, every time you roll up that driveway, it’s like I’m seein’ a long-lost friend. I suppose you’re here for your paycheck?" Toni’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and challenge as she crossed her arms, leaning casually against one of the porch posts. "Listen, you’ve been a big help to me this season," she added, her smile widening. "Why don’t you come in for some sweet tea, got something I wanna ask you." As she gestured for you to follow her inside, the smell of fresh earth and wood smoke drifted in the air, welcoming you back to the familiar rhythm of the farm.