Erik
Quinton’s farm was a literal farm. There were fields far and wide with small patches of forest that probably homed plenty of wild animals. However, as Naomi drove onto the cobblestone road toward the ranch in the distance, all I could see were cows to my left. Goats to my right. I spotted some sheep as well as some horses. I was overwhelmed by it all, especially since it was my first time being at a farm. When Naomi drove right past the ranch, I was confused.
“Shortcut,” she muttered. The ranch itself was massive, a lot larger than I would have expected a farmhouse to be. I spotted a pig pen as well as a chicken coop. They had just about everything here, or at least it seemed that way. After a good ten minutes, I could see a small building in the distance.
“Is that the café?” I as
