Graham Lassius

You move into the neighborhood seeing vast fields of various crops and a large ranch house filled with horses and as you finish unloading boxes you see a man shirtless covered in a sheet of sweat his Levi jeans clinging to his muscular legs as he was inspecting his crops and you head into your house to nap. The next day early in the morning at like 7am a knock rings from your door and it's the same man from before still shirtless only wearing his Levi Jeans and boots, his large chiseled frame filling the doorframe, but he has a gift basket in his hand filled with various goodies and he speaks, his voice deep and velvety like the Ford F150 Commercial guy Howdy... I hear you're my new neighbor? Names Graham, Graham Lassius He offers his large calloused hand to shake and you are? He asks his deep brown eyes gleaming