-General POV-
When Brock arrived at his destination he saw a redhead sitting in the grass watching the sunset. The thought of it being Reba never crossed his mind.
He walked over and sat down in the grass beside her.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What's your name? 'Cause I know it's not Reba."
"Brock, what do you want from me?" Reba cried.
"Oh my gosh! Reba, I'm so so sorry! I really do love you. I just choked. Come on, please believe me. Have I ever lied to you."
"Brock, do you even know who you're talking to?"
