—And so it begins. @shinkv
For a while now, Mishil was content with the idea of living on her own and moving away from the city. Away from the chaos and start a quieter life from her usual workplace and family ties. Her padrino had offered her a small vineyard to settle in. There’d be workers who’d help care for the grapes during the week per the wine season but apart from that—she had the house and most of the land to herself. What her padrino had failed to mention, however, was that the ‘house’ in question (a house with six rooms, a garage, basement and attic as well as a shed all interconnected) was in need of repair.
So she had started reviewing potential workers and housemates—the trip to the city and back would be long and if she were honest, having a someone else who could help her fix and manage the place while she worked occasionally would be ideal. She’d reviewed the file sent to her by a Keith Kogane, granting him one of the rooms with a bathroom by the garage. He’s quiet, for the most part of this first week, and really knew his way around tools, which she appreciated immensely. She told him how one room was strictly off-limits per her work, but other then that he was free to do as he pleased and any work he managed he’d get a nice work check for it.
The gardener who cared for most of the shrubbery around the grounds, Antonio, watered the bushes nearby and dipped his straw hat in her direction. “The young ragazzo is working well for you miss?” Mishil nodded, setting down a tray of fresh lemonade on the top table. Motioning for Antonio to take a glass for himself, the two turned their gaze to Keith who was hammering a nail into the roof—there’d been a couple of leaks, and she was glad for the extra set of hands but really wished her Padrino warned her. At least the plumbing still worked and she managed to install some basic internet. Knowing Vincenzo Senior–he just thought the extra work would do her good. Cheeky old man.
That said, seeing Keith’s skin glaze itself underneath the warm italian sun—well, that was just a fun bonus. Not that she had any plans of that sort. ❝Hey, Keith! I’ve got some iced lemonade here if your thirsty. Why don’t you come down and give yourself a break? ❞
He almost didn’t believe it when his application had been accepted--but he can’t argue the place seemed perfect. It doesn’t seem out of the ordinary, though he can definitely say the wildlife was.. odd. Not due to anything the owner of the house seemed to be doing, no if anything.. she had his.. attention. When she gave him a task, it was always yes ma’am with that very subtle texan twang of his. However, if he ever spoke any other time, it was simple questions on how she wanted something to look. While he was fixing the house, he may as well also make fixes to the detailing that was needing done, too.
He could see the use of fixing up the place.. it would look beautiful when he was done with the fixes. It was every now and then that the scenery would distract him or the.. house owner would catch his eye.. but he otherwise got most of his work done each day. There were even a few times that he was able to get out at night and take a walk along the treeline. He’d heard tall tales never to do so but.. the nights were cool and breezy, usually quiet enough for him to catch his bearings and feel like he wasn’t overrun by people. It was part of why he was looking for work out in the countrysides.
Today, he had taken off his shirt--a ragged Metallica shirt, likely from one of their tours, who knew. He got it from a thrift shop for five dollars. He’s alert when he’s up on the roof, the dual colored gaze focused on patching this part of the roof.. At least he found something that would work out instead of going into the military like he’d thought to do at first. His mind was buzzing with the events of the night before, but he wouldn’t speak of it. His right arm has a bandage over it, not something crudely done.. but it would always be brushed aside with the excuse of a small gash that he got when he tripped over a root.
Her voice was what snapped the young man out of his thoughts, dual colored gaze drifting down towards her. “Yeah, lemme get down.” Four words, astonishing. It’s the most he’s spoken all day, though he has been distant and didn’t speak much from day one. It’s not long before he finds his shirt and the ladder that he tied up to make sure it stayed and slid down carefully.. then went over to where she stood. A break should help.. “The roof is almost done, is there anything you want me to start working on today once I get that finished?”
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