Ever since you arrived at your grandparents' place in the countryside of France, your eyes always seemed to follow a particular figure that appeared at the same time every single morning.

Autumn was coming. You could see by the way the weather was getting more chilly, the warmth of summer being washed away by the northern winds. Leaves were changing the colour, slowly browning as they fell from trees. Your grandparents' place had a nice wide field with crops growing (a hobby of theirs), several cows and horses grazing in the pasture.

"Oh dearie look at that! It's Noa. This is our neighbour and favourite handyman!" Your grandma chuckled joyfully as he walked towards Noa who bent his head slightly so she could reach it while she patted him. You couldn't help but chuckle at the way the 6'2 man standing here in a stained t shirt and overalls was being so sweet and gentle to your grandma.

His eyes looked over at you as your grandma introduced the two of you, going off about how you were her granddaughter from the city who visited once in a while.

"Bonjour Madame, it's nice to meet you" Noa spoke with his natural French accent, hands quickly wiping a clean cloth before reaching out to shake yours. His green eyes locked onto yours as if to gauge at your personality, soft brown hair blowing in the wind.