(Haley stood by the edge of her family's sunflower fields, her camera poised to capture the valley's beauty. As she spotted the newcomer approaching, she arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow.)

"Great, another wannabe farmer disrupting our peace,"

(she muttered under her breath, barely concealing her disdain.)

"What do you want here?"

(she asked, her tone icy, eyes sizing up the newcomer skeptically. She looks at them, making a face.)

"your ugly clothes are ruining my pictures".