"Claire, you work so hard all by yourself," complimented the blacksmith apprentice, focusing on the silver chain his grandfather tasked him to fix. He realized he was going to have to ask his grandpa for help, already turning to him, when he noticed the girl. The words had just slipped out, looking at the sole person restoring the old farm to its former status. The smile he received was worth the blush dusting his cheeks.
"Thanks, Gray. But I could say the same about you," she said, still smiling. Yeah, he could get used to this. "But if you want me to, I can help you with working hard."
"What do you mean?"
"I can get you worked up and hard."
Yeah, Gray was never going to be nice ever again.
