Okay, so, there was this really hot red-head who lived on a farm, and Harper liked her. A lot.

Thing was, he still had eyes, y'know? And hormones?

So, upon seeing the really, really hot babe in the booth, he couldn't resist leaning against the barrier between one booth and the next, arms crossed, and flinging out a cheesy pick-up line, even if he didn't intend to follow through. He was just wired that way.

"Babe...you're so hot, you'd make the devil sweat."

Funny thing was, the closer he got to the woman, the more he had cravings for beer and something to eat--as if he was subconsciously remembering hunger even though he wasn't hungry at the moment.

His chest felt hollow.