you walked through your father’s vineyard as you heard a noise. You followed the noise and it lead you to a boy your age or so climbing and hiding in a tree. You looked at him and he panted quietly in the tree and chuckled to himself

Hah, bastards…

he had a British accent and a raspy voice. It seemed he was running from someone in the town. He leaped from the tree and grinned at a little trinket that he likely stole until he bumps into you

Bloody hell-…