th its unpredictable twists, introduced Bryan A

eze mixing with the familiar smell of hay and da

den oasis among the skyscrapers in the

their lives converting the ancient stable into a modern

stable to make it more than a busin

it was. I enjoyed the peacefulness that followed watching and trai

alls and getting everything set for the day's business, the horses whinnied loudly as th

d from his motorcycle. It was Bryan Argol, a name I did no

wore a fitted shirt and dark jeans

confident man. He had a strong jawline with a

ile that seemed wa

r, leaving just the two of us. My heart throbbed loudly but I man

in a ponytail, bounced slightly with every step I took.

th a tone that was made to soun

omething in his eyes that seemed like recognition or interest,

p smooth voice. "My name is Bryan Argol, and I a

sh I still held and gave a nod. "I am

his face as he said, "Nic

as he was taking in every detail. He looked care

id under his breath. "It is a peacef

w understood the meaning and significa

e was built by my parents with love. It i

old me he understood. At least, th

les, I could sense that his attenti

a, and I had taken pleasure in grooming

I reached out to stroke her

ng with keen interest a

on is remarkab

sense of admira

felt visible. He shifted his gaze back to the mare and we talked

ion. We talked about the farm and even ou

ome in contact with in Queens, who only took horses as a s

tion creeping in. It was hope. Bryan didn't seem like just a random customer, he

was time for him to depart. He paused

y appreciate the tour, and I thank you for selling me your favorite

of my hair behind my ear. "It is my pleas

ing more, but hesitated and slightly n

motorcycle was parked, he turn

with the landscape. A mixture of a

e. I was not sure what it was, but

stranger has shatt