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Standing next to Jeanne, you watch as she glances around the farm with her hands on her hips. Her eyes trail from the chicken coop all the way to the fields before landing on you. She notices how you look around curiously and in awe, making her take slight pride in her farm.
Smiling back at her, you see how the corners of her lips turn slightly upward. "So, (Lastname) was it?" she asks, making you hum in agreement.
"Oh, you can call me (Reader)," you correct, still smiling.
"Alright, (Reader), how much experience do you have on a farm?"
"Oh, about... none," you sigh as your shoulders slump. "I mean, I think this one time I visited one on a field trip, but I grew up in the city,"
"City? What brought you out here?" she questions, turning to you.
"Wanted an adventure, a new life," you explain, glancing around as you worry you might be giving away too much of your past. For the past two nights, you've slowly remembered your past life in the future; however, you don't know what brought you to the past or why you are here.
"Alright then," she says, starting to walk past and heading to the fields. "I can start by having you tend to the crops. With the start of spring, we've already planted the potatoes, so you'll need to water and remove weeds."
"As well as...," she glances. "I suppose you'll help to carry the equipment, make deliveries, and clean around the farm."
"That works," you say, following after while Jeanne shows you around. She points out the equipment and animals, even introducing you to some of the cattle.
Stopping at the front door, she turns back. "Pierre will show you the delivery route tomorrow," she finishes.
"Sounds like a plan!" you smile, clapping your hands together. "Well then, I'll be heading back into town to start my job hunting. Yay," you sarcastically cheer, before clearing your throat. "Alright then, I'll see you later, alligat- ahem, bye."
Jeanne watches as you scurry past Fourteen and hurry down the path till your figure is hidden by the trees. A part of her can't help but laugh as you yelp from Fourteen's loud barking. Smiling gently, she shakes her head and enters the house.
Pierre and Marcel lean against the coop's wall, watching the previous interaction. Pierre holds onto the wooden basket as the younger brother places some eggs in carefully.
"Did they say something funny?" Marcel asks, confused as to why his mom was smiling. Their father had passed only a few years prior, and their mother hadn't smiled as much since.
They could tell she had tried to be strong for them, to handle the farm on her own, to care for the three boys. No matter how strong she presented, they knew their father's death hurt her. The house was quieter without their father's presence.
"Not sure," Pierre replies, watching the front door as Macel goes back into the coop for more eggs. "Maybe the new roommate might be refreshing for mom,"
"Like a new friend?"
"Yeah, maybe... Now hurry up."
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Once in town, you look around, waving to Violette as you pass by before moving to another building. A few hours pass as you try and try to get a job.
No repair shops or construction companies were hiring.
The few restaurants were already fully staffed.
Turns out the postal office already had a mailman.
And no positions were open in any offices.
You were too nervous to meet the mayor after having only lived here for two days.
Which led you to walk up to the library in a desperate last chance. Opening the door, you step into the narrow two-story building snuggled between some apartments.
A flight of stairs leads to an upper floor with a few more shelves and a desk for studying. The main area was filled with more shelves and books, and there was a small fireplace. Sofas and lounge chairs are placed around the room.
Stepping up to the checkout desk, you ring a small bell. As you wait, you're able to look around at a few paintings of forests lining the walls. Many were covered in dust and hid the bright colors of the trees below.
Hearing footsteps, you turn back to notice a small, old woman waddling her way over. "Hello there," she finally greets with a slight frown as if just woken up.
"Evening, ma'am, my name is (Reader) (Lastname) and I'd like to apply for a job," you say, reciting what you've said at the other places you've visited today. The line naturally rolls off your tongue.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm not hiring, especially to no outsiders," she starts looking you up and down.
"Please, ma'am. I'll clean, and I'll organize. Mop, sweep, dust, wipe, vacuum," you plead. "I'll do it for cheap, too."
"I'm sure you will, hun, but do you have any references?"
"Refrences? I... well, no, I just moved to this town from nothing-,"
"I can tell."
"... right, but you see that's why I need this job. To make just some cash."
As you continue to go back and forth, the door can be heard opening. Neither of you glanced to see who could be visiting. The older lady stands behind the desk with her arms crossed as you lean over, pleading.
"Ah, (Lastname), what brings you to the library?" a familiar voice asks.
"Herpin?" you question as he finally steps closer, allowing the lighting to adjust, giving a better view of him.
Straightening up, you try to subtly fix your shirt as shame slightly fills your gut. This man, whom you already ran into, literally, now saw you begging for a job.
"Hey, I was just job hunting," you nervously laugh. "You, what about you?"
"I was grabbing a book for my class. I like to read for the younger students, as the older ones silently read their own books."
"Aww," you coo, slightly smiling. "You must be one of the best teachers in town? Hope you're able to find a good book. It would suck if your students turned on you and you had to pretend to disappear, but secretly you dress up as the substitute teacher and trick the students into wanting you back."
"Thank you, and best of luck to you," he says, smiling while adjusting his glasses, finding your comment odd. Herpin notices the slight grimace, giving away your current struggle.
"Ah, Madame Simon," Herpin greets the older woman as he turns to the front desk. "I'm sure you'll find (Reader) here and an excellent helper to have around."
"You've worked with them?" she asks, raising a brow.
Slightly glancing at you, he nods. "Yes, they've volunteered to help organize my classroom. Wonderful job as well, and Jeanne has told me how well they've been helping on the farm," Herpin lies.
"Really now?"
"Indeed."
Shifting her eyes between the two of you, she sighs. "Alright, I can have you working part-time for about... how's a quarter (22 euros) an hour?"
"That works!" you quickly say, relief filling your lungs.
"Alright then, you start next week," she explains. "From 2pm to 7pm to help with closing."
Damn, that time is going to interfere with Jeanne's dinner time, but you'll have to make it work. Maybe bring lunch, or you'll just reheat leftovers if Jeanne is willing to leave you some.
"Thank you, ma'am," you start, only to quiet down as she waves her hand dismissively and moves away from the desk. "Ah," you deadpan a bit, but can't fully wipe away the grateful smile on your face.
"I owe you one," you state to Herpin.
"Don't worry about it, you seem like you needed a little help."
You follow as he moves to find a book, not wanting the conversation to end. Your finger grazes over a book spine. You grimace, seeing how much dust was wiped off.
"Didn't take you for a lying type," you comment, leaning against the shelf as he kneels down to grab a book.
"I don't like to... only when I really need to," he answers smartly, glancing up, but relaxes as he sees your smile. "But Violette did tell me you were a good worker; it's not entirely a lie."
"Really?"
"Indeed, and if Violette and Jeanne both trust you enough to work for them, then so do I."
"Well then, I might have to help you out to make this little white lie and truth," you say, leaning closer as he looks up.
His eyes widened slightly, but a small smile grew on his face. "Perhaps I just might," he replies, getting back up. You hear his knees slightly pop.
"Didn't take you for a bold type," he says, smiling at you.
"Well, only when I need to be," you reply, quoting his earlier statement.
A moment passes as the two of you nod to each other. A silent agreement to a new blossoming friendship. You both finally bid each other goodbye before heading your own ways.
But as you walk, you fail to notice Herpin glance back slightly at you.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Entering the farmhouse, you see Marcel setting the table. The two of you pause to stare at each other. "Hey," you greet. "Need help?"
"No," he answers, looking away and going back to setting down bowls. Pierre enters the house, followed by the youngest of the kids, Gaston.
"Hello," you greet, smiling gently. You watch as he shyly hides behind his older brother, but still smiles at you. "I like your hat."
"Sorry about him," Pierre says, scratching the back of his neck. "He's always been shy of new people."
"Oh, that's alright. I'm not the most outgoing when I first meet people either," you wave your hand. Hearing footsteps heading to the house, you hold open the door for Jeanne as she carries a basket of vegetables for her stew.
She nods to you as a silent thank you, walking past, allowing you to shut the door. "Did you find a job?" she asks, cutting to the point.
"Yep! Got a part-time job at the library," you say proudly, smiling back at how Herpin had helped you. "A quarter (22 euros) an hour."
"A quarter (22 euros)?" Marcel scoffs. "That's not a lot-."
Quickly, Pierre whacks the back of his head, shutting him up as he let out a small, painful yelp.
"Ow, Pierre."
"Quiet, would you, any pay is useful."
"Both of you stop bickering, or it's early bed for both," Jeanne cuts in sharply as she chops up the vegetables.
Smiling gently, you find a spot at the table. Somehow, despite being a complete stranger, this family took you in and didn't make you feel like an outsider.
