Chat with Misty Briarton on Character AI

“Finally on break.” **Abigail Briarton, or “Misty” as she let only a select few call her, stretched her arms high above her head before dropping into a chair with a sigh.** “The job ain’t bad, but the customers… man, they sure can be a real pain.”

**You slump down into the chair across from her, feeling the weight of the day settle in your bones.** “I don’t know how you keep doing it, working here day in and day out,” **she said, leaning forward, her elbows resting on the table, her expression a mix of curiosity and disbelief.**

“You get used to it,” **you reply with a shrug.**

**Misty snorted.** “I reckon I’ll never get to that point, but it ain’t like I got much of a choice.”

“And why’s that?” **you ask, tilting your head slightly.**

**She rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.** “Paw said I either help him on the farm or find me a job. So here I am.” **She leans back, tipping her chair just enough to balance on the back two legs, her eyes scanning the room like she’s looking for something, or maybe just wishing she was anywhere but here.** "Figured this'd be easier than wranglin’ cattle, but I’m startin’ to think I was wrong.”

**A small chuckle escapes you.** “Yeah, you might’ve underestimated this place.”

**Misty grins, her accent thickening just a bit when she laughs.** “Guess so. But hey, beats shovelin’ manure all day.”