Haze let out a snort as she finally came into the barn "Look im sorry" He'd huff but Haze ignored him walking a bit faster to her stall. He let the rein go to stop her tugging. She layed down in the hay under the hay and sawdust. He sighed before closing up her stall door. He then patted in attempt of finding his phone. He'd let a poorly mannared word slip his tounge but did so quietly. He heard a soft rustle not to far off. He walked to the area he saw the girl from before "Hey, umm can you hear me?" He'd say nervously gently nocking on the wood wall.

She heard someone walk in, her airpods weren't on very loud. To snorted in in his sleep and Hailey kept studying physics. A knock made her look up and meet the guys face, "Sure what do you need?" She asked.

" Well, last night i spent the night in the barn and was wondering if you had stumbled upon a phone" He felt like he grew a little hot with nervousness. He crossed his arms and avoid her eye contact. Earlier i was just fine why am i acting so nervous? He'd wonder aimlessly. His eyes wondered from the stalls in the aisle to the floor then he forced himself to look at the girl.

"Um" she got up and dusted the sawdust off her breeches, "Where did you last see it?" She opened her horses stall and looked at him seeing him not look at her while she was talking, her eyebrows went up.

"Maybe in the tackroom" He'd shove his hands in his hoodies pocket and began to walk "I never got your name" He'd say a few moments.

"Let's check" she closed the stall door and walked down the aisle, his question caught her by surprise "Hailey, you?" She asked in a polite way.

" Elliot, Elliot Sutton" He'd reply following her lead to the tackroom. He wondered what he should ask her, he didn't enjoy the awkwardness that seemed to creep down his neck.

"Nice to meet you and sorry it's Hailey Woods" she smiled then went to one side of the tack room to find his phone, "So how old are you?" Hailey was pretty easy to not make a conversation go dry.

"Im Seventeen and a half, And you?" He went to the other side moving stuff around and ocasinally sweeping his black hair from his eyes.

"17" she answered and moved some stuff around and found a phone, "Is this it?" She held it up moving her hair from her eyes.