Alquilar-to rent

Saltar-to jump

La Foto-the photo


"Antonio!" Faith called as she unlocked the door to get into his flat.

"Hey querida!" Faith walked over to where her boyfriend was sitting at his desk and hugged him from behind.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Paying rent. I'm almost done, then we can go."

"Ok." Faith picked up a duster cloth and began to dust the flat as Antonio finished transferring his money on the computer. Her boyfriend was a bit messy, but at the same time he knew where everything was, and that was all that mattered to Faith. She wasn't one become OCD when things were out of place, the state of her own flat speaking loud and clear for her. And besides, it's his apartment, his responsibility. But still, this dust was appalling, and it kept her occupied for a bit.

"Alright, all done. Let's go," Antonio said, interrupting her before she had really started, as he jumped up, grabbing his keys. Faith put down the cloth in a corner and the two headed out the door and down the the ground floor to be greeted by the sight of a red wagon, big enough to pull four children, filled with baby tomato plants. Antonio smiled.

"This is what you used to bring the plants?"

"Yeah, I saw it in this old family photo and then I found it in the back of my parent's place. I kinda am renting it for forever." Antonio tipped his head back and laughed.

"Good one chica. I like it. What are you paying them for it?"

"My mom wants me to stop by twice a month for dinner. I think she's still scared I'm gonna leave the country."

"But you're not." Antonio said, as he began pulling the wagon, keeping his eyes straight ahead so Faith couldn't see the brief look of worry that crossed his face.

"I got a couple things keeping me here," Faith said, with a smile. "Plus it helps that I'm employed at the best restaurant in town."

"You know that probably does help. I wasn't thinking of that though. I thought it was your stunning new boyfriend." She linked hands with Antonio at that.

"He's quite the modest one too." Faith said with a wink. Antonio really only brought up any positive qualities about himself when he was joking; overall he was very humble. But she did agree with his statement; he was what kept her here. "That might have played a role as well."

"Thanks for picking up the plants for me," he said, changing the subject.

"No problem. Don't forget to pay me back though."

"Yeah, I'll work it out with dad on our way out."

Last year had been devastating for Carriedo Restaurante. Several weekly shipments of tomatoes had come in moldy and rotten. Antonio's father had to scramble to line up replacement shipments, costing the restaurant a hefty chunk of money and almost costing them several customers. So rather than having to rely on anyone else for tomatoes again, Antonio suggested that they grow their own on the roof of the restaurant, and put the space to good use.

Antonio's father was so enchanted with the idea, that he agreed right away, and then promptly delegated the task to Antonio. Knowing he would never be able to do it all by himself, he got Faith and a few others employees at the restaurant to help. They started the project a couple weeks ago, when they built a greenhouse so that they would grow through the winter and then planted the first crop. Today the two were headed there to plant the second half of the tomatoes by themselves, as everyone else was either otherwise occupied or got scheduled to work at the restaurant.

Upon their arrival at the restaurant, Antonio led the way through the back of the restaurant and up the steps in the back to the roof. Faith had to get behind and push the wagon up the steps while Antonio pulled, and after a great struggle, they were able to get it to the roof. The two pulled out their gardening tools from the shed and walked over to inspect their previous work. Antonio was fairly jumping up and down as he looked at the tomatoes. While he stopped short at cooing at each individual one for how much it had grown, the smile on his face said it all. Faith sighed at his antics, but couldn't stop the wry smile creeping up on her face.

"I love you, you know that right?"

"Te amo tambiƩn querida," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his hand wrapping around her arm, holding her tight. Even as he pulled away, his hand trailed down her bare arm, and despite the warm spring air, Faith could feel goosebumps rising up on her skin as his and her fingers interlocked. They looked at each other for a moment, quiet smiles on their faces while a soft breeze blew through

"Aww, you guys are so cute, I should take a picture" a voice came from out of no where. Around the corner came Laura and her brother Tim. Antonio and Faith blushed and resisted the urge to pull apart. They hadn't been together long, but they were both past the awkward stage of worry that any little thing could bring this crashing down around them. They were comfortable together, but Laura had the tendency to swoon over everything they did, making what would ordinarily be a casually sweet moment seem like the greatest thing that has ever happened.

"Hey Laura, Tim." Tim grunted in acknowledgement, while Laura gave a not-so-mysterious half smile.

"Well then Antonio, your dad said it was slow downstairs, so he wanted us to come up to help until the dinner rush. So what do you want us to do boss?" Antonio recovered from his flustered state and began to direct them to begin preparing the raised beds for the tomatoes by softening the dirt and digging holes. As the hours passed, the four began to make progress, and by the time the sun was setting and the siblings had returned back downstairs, all the tomatoes were planted in the ground.

Stretching from where she was kneeling on the ground, Fatih gave a yawn.

"Hey, do you think we are done? I'm exhausted and I can't really see anything anymore." Antonio jumped up and walked over to her side, offering a hand to help her up. He pulled so hard that Faith jumped up from the ground. Smiling as he placed his arm around her back, Faith leaned her head on his shoulder and the pair surveyed their hard work.

"We did it." He said with pride. "We have planted tomatoes." Just then the first stars of the night came out, twinkling down on the pair. Faith took them in along with the tomatoes and sighed at this perfect picture of their creation. She leaned up and kissed Antonio on the jaw.

"Yes we have sweetheart. Yes we have."


A/N: Hey guys. So here is chapter three. I tried to add some more fluff and I fixed some errors from what was on my previous chapters. I haven't heard anything from you guys about it, so I was kinda hoping someone could review and give me some feedback. Am I not incorporating the words enough? Too little fluff? Too much? Please tell me something, even a favorite or a follow would mean a lot. Even if you don't like it, tell me what I'm doing wrong. I hope I didn't scare you guys off with the first chapter, I just was outlining what this was going to look like and it might have come across a little harsh.

Here is our first glimpse of other characters. For sure the Italian Brothers and the rest of the BTT will appear in the rest of the story, but I'm going to include other characters as well, I just haven't decided who, and plus I can't spoil the rest of the story!

Te Amo Amigos de Internet!