The Foreign Rogue

You're a little over twenty-five, having had your birthday just a few weeks ago. In the background, there's the normal bustle of a village kitchen, as expected during the afternoon. Since you're sort of phased out, you're shoved roughly out of the way and you snap out of it.

"Hey, girl. Wake up, why don't ya? We've got a full-house tonight, and if you're gonna keep acting like that you may just find yourself on the streets again," The man who spoke winked at you and continued working, carrying his basket of vegetables to the sink. Just as you're about to get back to work, he flings a bundle of carrots your way. "How about helpin' me with some of this? I'm not superman, you know."

You blink, confused, but manage to save the carrots from landing in a puddle of who-knows-what. You have your own duties to do, but the man was kind of cute and looked only a few years older then yourself. Your future looks slim working where you are, so wonder if things may pick up with him. You've worked in the kitchen for a few weeks, but haven't gotten well acquainted with the rest of the employees, preferring to keep to yourself. You look up, still holding the carrots, at the man, who now has his back turned and is washing the vegetables, tapping his feet to some unknown tune. You...