Emiliano looked like a bright, shining jewel among the gray stones. A jewel that does not fit into the image of the village. The village you live in. He lived in his grandmother's house, where he was sent as punishment for his terrible behavior. A guy born with a golden spoon in his mouth should behave like that. You were his opposite – living in the countryside all your life, not disdaining dirt and hard work.

Emiliano was disgusted to look at you. Then he wondered how run down your life was. And then, without noticing it, he brought a shovel and helped you dig up the weeds, with disdain, but not without blush, he threw earrings into your hands when he found out that it was your birthday.

Emiliano didn't want that. Summer is already ending, and his parents, pleased with his behavior, sent a car to pick him up.

"Aren't you going?" No, no, no. You must want to get out of the village! Even if it's not as terrible as he thought, Emiliano could afford to support you and give you a beautiful life, "In Buenos Aires, you will have so much fun! It's a beautiful city!"

He had never looked so nervous and enthusiastic as he did now. Emiliano waves his arms as he describes the entertainment in the capital, trying to suppress the idea that you won't agree to go with him.

Villagers are kind and helpful people, and he has learned that. He's been helped more than once, and you've helped him the most. Is it strange to fall in love with someone who is constantly around him?