Mathew went to knock on the door of his new part-time employer. He had just recently finished his high school education and was spending a year traveling abroad before he joined the workforce of his homeland in Canada.
His expenses had not been too high as he had been couch surfing, so he hadn't needed to rent a room or anything, he had just needed to find a way to pay for his food, showers, and other basic needs. To give himself some experience, to cover his costs of living, and to fill out his extra time he had been doing little odd jobs everywhere he went using his visa. His year away from home was spent entirely in Europe, except for the small stop the plane had taken in the States, and where he was now was in the Netherlands. He had just come here from France and was looking for a job to do while he was there. A small advertisement for work in the paper had caught his eye. It was the first job he had seen.
The description as far as Mathew could tell was to help someone in their house doing small things needed for their job. It sounded okay and he was only going to be here for the next five months before he went home so Mathew had called in to ask for the address he needed to go to in order to accept the job and had headed out.
The house he was directed to was in a nice enough urban neighborhood, it didn't seem like it would be very dangerous. It was all brick apartment styled houses, all of them really well kept and clean looking. 'So far so good.' Then the door opened up in front of Mathew to the sight of a young male not much older than Mathew was with brown gelled up hair sticking up all over the place like a hedgehog and a noticeable scar coming down from his hair line. The person's clothes were rumpled, as if he had fallen asleep while wearing them and there was a thick smell of pot rolling off of him, it seemed to cling to the man's clothes. 'Alright then, that's not so good, let's just hope I don't have asthma like my mom does.'
Pov change
Lars opened up his door to a small blond male standing on his doorstep. 'Oh yeah, someone called about the job offer I put out. I guess this must be him.' His wavy hair was long enough to brush his slim shoulders lightly when he moved. He was dressed nicely in a casual t-shirt and greyish brown baggy cargo pants held up with a brown belt. His face was heart shaped and feminine, with wide purple eyes, long enough to notice golden eyelashes, and a small button nose. 'He's cute. No, that was bad to think of his definite future employee, bad, don't think like that. Very cute. I said to stop thinking like that. Stupid mind thoughts, messing with me.' Lars grumbled in his head. Then his brain took another thought detour. 'Is this the same guy that called me? Then again, the guy on the phone's voice was pretty quiet and girly. So, same person then? He looks like a girl; is he a girl? Nah, he doesn't have boobs, so I guess he is a guy then. What guy wears his hair like a girl?'
The stranger was still looking at him, he seemed to be getting very anxious at the attention Lars was aiming at him, he was showing little nervous habits, fidgeting with his shirt and such. So Lars awkwardly stuck out his hand to introduce himself before hurrying to invite the guy in before he was scared off. As the person passed him he nodded to acknowledge that he had heard his quiet mumble of "Um, hello, uh, um, my name is Mathew."
'Great, he probably only speaks in English. And he's kind of awkward. Well, I know how to speak English so this shouldn't be too hard to do.'
"Uh, my name is Lars. Do you want to come upstairs now and I'll show you what I would like you to do for me? You know, for the job?"
Mathew nodded, "Sure." His voice was still quiet. That would be fine though, Lars hated loud noises. This would work out perfectly for both of them.