#mia ... threads

their venture out to the winery had been a hitting two birds with one stone type of thing. where they got to enjoy their day off and also taste another local vineyard to see if their selection could be added to the paloma menu. this of course was happening after they'd already been vintage shopping, another favorite activity the two seemed to share, but it felt best to put the wine tasting toward the end of their day. although tipsy shopping could've been a fun adventure, too.

with her parents out of town, taking a long weekend, they'd asked mia to stop in and water the plants, check the mail, etc. out of their children she seemed to be the most responsible and the one who'd do the favor without wanting something in exchange. it also didn't hurt that in taking the job as sous chef at the paloma a year ago she'd made sure to carve out a schedule that still left her with some work/life balance. today was a day where she wasn't due in unless daniela needed extra hands on the chance a line cook couldn't make it in for whatever reason.

there wasn't a fence between her parents property and the meyer's next door, and mia hadn't noticed the truck that was now out front. it must've appeared when she was around the other side watering her mother's desert flowers. after she'd turned off the water at the spicket where the hose was connected at the side of the house when she turned she was momentarily startled to see a large figure there. "oh my god.." hand to chest, heart racing, "sorry, i didn't notice someone else was here. off in my own little world."