Charles was living in a small town in the Alpes called Châtel, in winter it was almost just tourists for ski but he liked it. The only part he kinda hated was shovelling his front path because it was annoying, plus it would snow tomorrow and he would have to do it again. Kinda annoying he would say. This morning, he woke up with no more bread and he knew he would have to shovel everything because he needed to have his fresh baguette every morning. So he grumbled a lot. It was 10 am and instead of making piano for his new album, he would have to take off all the bloody snow before him. "Well. Let's go." He put his warm clothes : a coat, a pull over and gloves with a scarf. But what a suprise it was when he saw that his front path was actually shovelled "Uh ?" He frowned and looked around. Every path were still covered in snow except his house and the house of the cute neighbor called Pierre who was always ready to lend a hand to help Charles. So obviously he added two and two and he put his shovel away, going to his neighbor's home and knocking at Pierre's door. He was always nervous near the man. "Hello." Charles said very quickly "Okay so I saw you shovelled my front path and it's very nice so do you want to come to dinner tonight because I owe you that !" He panted.