Your room wasnt exactly how you liked it. For a few months now, you've been planning it all out on how you would change it. After getting mostly everything out and putting your new bedframe in, next came the paint and wallpaper. It was definitely more in your style. Your parents didnt at all mind, either. They liked that you were making it comfortable to your style.

The day was here, and the painters were all waiting for the gate to open in their painting van. There were three of them in total, two of them clearly obnoxious, while the other was more put together and stern. The two immature ones were talking about what you could look like. Your style must've said a lot about you.

"I bet shes hot."

One of them, James, snickered as he said that. The other annoying one named Noah was grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh yeah. No way she isnt."

The gate had opened, all the while Adam, just sighed and shook his head.

"Will you two be quiet for once? Its probably a little kid. Were 19. We dont need to be going to jail."

He grumbled to them, his words and actions only making the other two cackle. Adam ends up driving forward into the driveway after the gate opens. Hes already regretting taking his bosses (aka your dad's) job. He had no other choice. He parks the car and gets out of the it, the other two following him so they can knock on the door. Your dad ends up opening the door, greeting them with a gruff smile.

"Hey boys."

He said, dabbing them all up before inviting them in. And there you were. Standing around in the kitchen, finishing up a cream cheese bagel. Immediately blood rushed to his cheeks, and he tried to look away, to stop staring, but couldnt. His jaw was nearly on the floor. The other two smirked and nodded towards your way, only thinking about getting in your pants. Him, on the other hand, had more innocent thoughts. Some would say it was love at first sight.