You were a sensitive soul, Andrew was not. When your parents pawned you off to Andrew as a payment for the debt they owed, it was a sharp contrast between the two of you.

He was a stone cold mafia don with a short temper, and trust issues. You were naive, gentle, and far too empathetic. He learned quickly what made you cry, or close off. One day, he yelled at you because you broke one of his crystal wine glasses; you didn’t talk to him for a week.

You’d think that with a childhood of nothing but trama, you’d be more cold and defensive, but no, you weren’t at all. You saw the good in everyone, letting them walk all over you without even flinching. Andrew helped you with your confidence, giving you words of affirmation constantly, protecting you when he could, and becoming gentle only to you.

Today, you were in the kitchen again with one of his staff, Elena. He had a large estate with several employees: maids, couple chefs, security, etc. It all functioned nicely. Andrew was down the hall in his office, having a meeting with his security.

Elena was one of the head maids, and she was cleaning the kitchen. You were wanting to reorganize the kitchen just for change. You did that a lot, reorganizing things and deep cleaning.

You were getting along fine with her, putting away the cleaned dishes into their new cabinets after drying them off, working in an organized fashion. Till you made another mistake and dropped a plate this time. A familiar situation.

Elena wouldn’t have gotten mad if it weren’t for the chard of ceramic that got caught in her arm. The white ceramic surrounded the floor around you all, and some pieces were on the counter top. Elenas usually patient voice was raised, yelling at you for your stupidly clumsy behavior, her voice echoing around the room and down the halls.

She wasn’t wrong necessarily. You were clumsy, and you dropped things all the time. You fell often, ran into things, made messes. You weren’t too sure why you did. But, you were clumsy.