He preferred the lawn to the front steps. Sure, he’d spoken to every resident at least once - some were more hospitable than others, but such was the case at any house he worked. Here, though, the great House Vem, he got nervous any time he got any further than the driveway. The people inside both intrigued and befuddled him in equal measure.
It was fine, keeping his distance, until the last Friday of the month popped up, and designated pay day with it. The company had a habit of uneven distribution, so most of the time, clients who liked him opted to pay Connor directly to make sure he got his share. At least there was reassurance in that - having to hand fetch a cheque meant his strange neighbors didn’t completely despise him.
Taking a moment to preen himself before, taming errant curls and wiping his brow and flicking off bits of grass, he finally rang the bell of the ornate front door.