As Adrien hauled the bulging sack over his shoulder, Marinette could only imagine herself being carried off in his big, strong, masculine arms. His shirtless torso gleamed with sweat and the rough gardening gloves smeared a streak of dirt across his forehead; the dirt somehow making the man even more charming and perfect. He could be covered top to toe in dirt and fertilizer, and still look the same magnificent blonde that this small farm girl grew to love.
The naturally distressed and slightly baggy jeans, the muddy leather boots that dug into the muck, his oh so ever beautiful biceps bouncing up and down with each picking of potatoes. Everything about this farmhand boy made Marinette's blush swell to new limits.
He would work from early in the morning, starting his day at the crack of dawn with strong hand reaching deep into the ground to rip up the monthly harvest. More often than not, Marinette could see him doing his job from the kitchen hub window, a perfect view of the open dirt fields and her one and only, Adrien.
She would be brushing potatoes when the daydreams hit her; a perfect life filled her mind with Adrien holding her hand in his. In every single dream she had, the handsome farmhand never spoke... he only smiled.
One day she will work up the courage to speak to him, but until then, she would be happy with the view that he gave her.