Desperate times call for unexpected loves (Melisha Tweedy x FemOC)

Chapter 4: Milk and chocolate

The walk was calming, refreshing. The lonely roads that surrounded the farm offered me a small haven of peace. At that moment I began to enjoy the pure air that entered my lungs.

The farm wasn't far, but its threat echoed in my head constantly. Was it that hard for you to ask for things nicely? It would surely be a titanic effort for her.

The eggs were secure, my step was steady, and they were well packed. I realized that in the two weeks I had been on the farm it had not occurred to me to go out. Maybe if I had taken more walks like that, things would seem a little less gray.

"Oh, hello," a cheerful voice distracted me. Without realizing it, I had already arrived at the small farm. A girl, maybe a little younger than me, greeted me behind some wooden fences.

"He, hello," I responded, returning from the world of my thoughts.

"You want something?" She asked, amused. I'm sure my mental state didn't go unnoticed by her. I composed myself by making the egg box shake.

"Um yeah... Well, I'm Emily. I come from the Tweedy's farm. They told me I had to give you this."

"Oh, nice to meet you Emily," she said happily, taking the box and freeing me from that weight. Today I wouldn't go without dinner. Suck that one, you stuck-up bitch. "I'm Daisy."

I smiled at her kind attitude. It was gratifying to find more people like Mr Tweedy and less like Melisha.

"Come in, please," she told me, gesturing for me to follow her.

The farm was small, but it seemed nice, cozy. There was even a trace of what were once colorful flowers. It had nothing to do with the dingy chicken farm where I lived.

The girl left the eggs on a shelf in what looked like some kind of garage and then she asked me to wait. I nodded, observing the place millimetrically. It definitely had nothing to do with the Tweedy's farm.

"Hello young lady," said a man curiously similar to Daisy. His father, without a doubt. "Thank you for bringing the eggs."

"You're welcome, sir," I said with my formality forged in the city. The man nodded, looking over the box I had brought.

"Mildred!" He shouted. "The eggs have arrived!"

A short, smiling woman appeared on the scene.

"Oh, I thought they had forgotten about them," she said, sighing in relief. "Hello, I don't think we know each other," she said, approaching me when she realized my presence.

"Oh, sure. My name is Emily," I said smiling, earning a curious look from both adults.

"Have the Tweedys finally deigned to hire an assistant?" The woman asked, studying me cautiously.

"Oh no. They have only allowing me to live with them. I'm spending some time in the countryside," I explained. I don't get nervous about people I don't know, and they seemed like nice people.

"Are you coming from the city?" The man asked. I nodded.

"Yes, from London," I responded elegantly. They nodded. It shouldn't have surprised them much.

"And what about them? Do they treat you well?" Her daughter now asked, suddenly entering the conversation.

I had to think about it so as not to say anything strange or that sounded like an accusation towards a certain farmer.

"Um, yeah, I don't have too much of a problem," I said, starting to get a little impatient. I didn't know if Mrs Tweedy had set a time limit for my assignment.