When they had loaded up the back of the truck Holly gingerly hopped out of the back, doing her best to prevent a rolled ankle... And despite her fears, her only punishment for jumping out the side was a short, stinging pain that would fade almost as soon as she stopped wincing. She approached Goran, and watched him close the back of the truck up.<br/><br/>She watched him work, and was trying to think of something to say... Something that wouldn't be too suggestive, but Holly was beginning to formulate naughty thoughts in the back of her mind. She was never one to go and fuck a random stranger... Which must have been why she was trying to learn more about Goran. "Really? So... You're from like, Sweden, right? Or some country like that? How are American girls compared to girls from your own country?" She smiled and sat down on one of the bales of hay that wouldn't fit into the truck, leaning forward to bit to give the masculine farmhand a 'better look' at her.