I do not own Harvest Moon.

I cast my fishing rod into the river, brushing away a few stray strands of hair. I hate coming into town. It's a personal goal of mine to see the villagers for as little time as possible, but at times it's inevitable. It's probably my self-imposed ignorance, but I don't realize there's someone new in town until he's directly in front of me.

"Hi there!" A man with a tacky blue hat gives me a small wave and grins stupidly. "I'm Adam!" he announces, like I'm supposed to care who he is.

"Leave me alone," I growl. What a dope.