{male_name}, male main character

“Max, my boy, I can’t believe it,” sheriff Wilson says and smiles big, “you … you are back. I haven’t seen you since … five years at least. You have grown like weed boy.”

“Sheriff Wilson,” you say and can’t help but smile too, “you are still the sheriff? I have no idea how you can do this job for so long.”

“Graham does most the work by now,” sheriff Wilson answers and smiles tired, “I’m just … well I'm only honorary sheriff anymore. But don’t let us talk about an old guy like me. What are you doing here boy? Are you visiting your parents?”

For a moment you think about lying and telling him you are just here to visit. But that is ridicules. He will find out very soon and then it will be just worse. So, you decide to better stay close to the truth.

“No, I’m afraid, this is not just a visit,” you answer and try to sound not sad, “I’m moving back to Cornflower Fields. Living in the large towns has turned out to be … difficult.”

“Are you in trouble?” sheriff Wilson asks worried, “listen boy, if I can help you, just ask. I still have some energy and authority left.”

“Thank you, sheriff,” you reply and feel a little more relived, “but I’m good. The big city … it was just not what I thought it would be. And in the end, I decided to come back and try my luck with a job in my hometown.”

“Oh, I see,” sheriff Wilson says and sounds happy again, “well, I can understand it pretty good, Cornflower Fields is not huge or exciting, but what you can have here, you will find nowhere else. Alright, boy, let’s not keep your parents waiting. And I hope we can share a beer at the bar in the near future.”

“I hope so too,” you answer a little unsure about what he talks about, “have a nice work shift.”

With this you drive away and see the waving sheriff in the side mirror until he disappears in the distance. You really don’t like keeping the whole truth from him. He was always like an uncle to you. But you can’t tell him everything. Not now.