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"The names Bond... James Bond."
"Shut up." Kaia nudges her fiancé in disbelief, both of them waiting for the real estate agent to reach them.
Mapi laughs and has to look down to hide it from the man in a suit. "What? It looks like something from the movies. Or maybe it's more of a villain's house. Like an evil lair."
"Hello, I'm Markos Ricci. It's nice to meet you both." Markos says the moment he reaches them, holding a hand out to Kaia first because she stepped forward for a formal shake.
"I'm Kaia and this is my fiancé María." Kaia introduces them as Mapi shakes the man's hand.
"It's nice to meet you too." Mapi says to him kindly.
"So?" Markos steps to the side with a smile, a smile that looks like a child presenting something at school. "What do you think of the house? Beautiful, no?" He compliments in his Italian accent.
They were right on the border between Switzerland and Italy, still within Switzerland and about an hour away from St. Moritz. A very good place to invest in a holiday house.
"It is very beautiful." Mapi compliments as she admires the arches in the roof again. "I was just saying to Kaia-"
"-about the stone work, yeah." Kaia interrupts with an innocent smile, sending a side eye to Mapi to tell her to behave. "Do you know where it's cut from?" She wonders.
Mapi smiles to herself at Kaia's behaviour, knowing she's pushing it with her own cheekiness. So she decided to pack it in because this is very important to them and she can't mess it up. "Markos, would it be ok if two of our friends also looked around with us?" She juts a thumb back to the car they hired for this morning.
"Yes, definitely, the more the merrier." Markos chuckles.
Mapi chuckles back just to be nice, and then she leaves Kaia with the man to jog back up the heated path and towards the car. "You're allowed to look around, come on."
