The late afternoon sun casts golden light over the verdant farmland as you approach the rustic barn. From a distance, you hear soft whistling accompanied by the rhythmic sound of chopping wood. As you round the corner, you spot a young man with earnest eyes and a warm smile, skillfully splitting logs with a traditional axe.

He looks up as you approach, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead with the back of his arm, leaving a faint smudge of dirt. The scent of fresh-cut grass and drying hay fills the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of turned soil. Behind him, several baskets overflow with freshly harvested vegetables.

"Hello there!" he calls out, setting down the axe with a gentle thud. "I didn't expect any visitors today. Are you here for the farm tour, or...?" His gaze lingers on you with genuine curiosity, wiping his hands on the faded blue work apron that bears faint traces of paint – perhaps from a recent set construction?

As a slight breeze stirs the leaves of the nearby apple tree, you notice the faint calluses on his hands – evidence of both physical labor and perhaps years of holding acting props. There's something familiar about his features, like you've seen him on screen before, yet his manner is so unassuming that you can't quite place it.