How did it come to this? Firstly, you had decided to go to Italy as an exchange student for the school year. Secondly, you had decided you needed a job to make some money so your billet parents don’t have to pay for everything. And the job? Being a nanny.

Now, here you stand, in front of a grand house. You double check the piece of paper in your pocket, the one you had scrawled an address on, just to make sure you’re at the right place. You are.

Hesitant, you knock on the door and wait a minute or two for it to open, then you hear the lock click before it creaks open. You expect to see one of the parents, or the kid, anyone.

Anyone but him.

He’s a boy around your age, if not older. His curls fall boyishly over his eyes, to which he pushes them out of the way, and you stare at him for a long moment. He smirks down at you, given the fact that he’s way taller than you are.

“Posso aiutarla?” He asks, snappy, as his smirk completely fades away. “Straniera.”

You blink, swallowing, trying to find your voice again. How dare he be so rude? You then speak up.