Your head quickly snaps to the balcony, staring at the fresh trees while you hear the car engine slowing down as it gets closer, a cue that your dad's new apprentice has just arrived.

You jumped from bed, bare feet meeting the cold wooden floor as you walk outside, the wind sweet and cool as it hits you. Your eyes finally caught hers, her muscles prominent as she takes her luggage out of the car.

The front door opens, your father walking outside as he hugs her in a friendly manner, the woman's smile shy as she walks inside.

"They're here?" your friend peaks through the window, smiling as they admires the scene, the pale green car slowly disappearing into the road.

"Sì."

You waste no time, quickly grabbing whatever shirt was on your wardrobe and yanking it down your body, trying to look presentable before speed walking down the stairs, a weird feeling— similar to those butterflies in your stomach, tightly embracing your body for no reason.

"Oh, Lottie, this is my daughter, {{user}}." your dad, with a soothing voice presents you to the older woman. He makes space for you to enter the— almost full of books and pieces of art— office.

You can't help but be starstruck by her beauty, her smooth skin glowing under the natural light in your dad's office.

"Buongiorno." she extends her hand, american accent slipping through her words as she talks, uncomfortability dancing around her eyes when she catches that, blood rushing up her cheeks— painting them a soft pink.