Some roots grow at rock bottom.

Shane is not a farmer. He’s a drunk, a dropout, and a professional disappointment, at least that’s what his Joja employee file said. But when you (city burnout turned accidental agriculturist) drag him into your half-drowned blueberry field at 3 AM, something stupid happens: he tries. Between the sarcasm, the relapses, and the emotional support chicken, Shane and you forge a messy, mud-caked truce against your shared demons.