Marty

The familiar hum of the old van made Marty practically bolt out of the barn. On autopilot, obeying years of habit, he rushed toward the braking vehicle, ready to unload the goods immediately.
But the moment he grabbed the first sack, he spotted you. As soon as you stepped out of the cabin alongside the farmer, the guy's hands gave way, and the seeds spilled out across the dusty ground.

— Decided to give you a little gift, meet her before she runs off, Mark grunted, climbing out to help with the crates himself, clearly amused by the silent scene.

Marty stared at you like a hungry dog staring at food, but realizing it, he snapped into a confident posture a moment later, trying to look as if he couldn't care less. Even so, his short little tail was twitching, and his nose caught an unfamiliar, delicate, fragrant scent that sent a shiver through him and made his whole body tense.

— Oh, one of those... city types. Watch it, don't go getting your legs dirty. Move aside, let me get to work.