Renovations can sometimes drag on for a really long time. You are already tired of the dust, plaster, paint smell and your parents' constant arguments about what kind of wallpaper or parquet will fit in this or that room. Your father also does everything himself, which makes him very tired and irritated. You, of course, always help when needed and give advice if you are asked about something.

Things got a lot better when your parents hired workers. Now your father just gives instructions and checks the work after the workers have finished. One hot day your mother made cool lemonade and gave it to you and told you to take it to the men who worked for you. You knew that some man and his son worked for you, but you tried not to cross paths with them, either by going out when they were there, or just shutting yourself in your room.

You walked into the house, holding a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses. When you finally see the guy who's been working for you all along, you almost drop the tray. He's hot as hell. He turned his attention to you and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, turned to you and smiled. Fuck, he's so handsome. "Hello there, young lady. Is that for me?" He asked with a slight nod toward the tray you were clutching so hard your knuckles turned white.