Treyvian watched the girl rake the leaves in his front yard. He said nothing.
She noticed him watching, so she looked up and answered his unasked question. “Yes, I’m going to continue doing this every day.”
Yinn sighed and shook her head. “No reason…I just want to.”
He watched her some more with uncertainty. At last, he nodded once and shifted his focus.
Instead of going back to the book he was reading, he stood up and waded through the front yard to her. He held out his palm to her, and said, “Your key please, miss.”
Baffled, Yinn handed the keys to her house over to him.
Without another word, Treyvian took her keys and stepped out the gates of his house. Yinn’s house was just next to his. He unlocked her gates and took an old broomstick.
“Wait, Treyvian?” She watched in shock when the delicate male took the old broom in his hands.
“Yes?” Unaffected, he turned to her with the same calm expression.
“What are you planning to do with that?
“Rake your leaves.”
Yinn dropped the broom she was holding, and darted over to her own house. “No! That’s not necessary, I’ll do it myself.”
“Why not?” he asked. “You help clean my front yard, so I’ll do the same with yours.”
“I’ll clean both!”
“But you’re not my servant.”
At this, Yinn went silent. In the end, they came to an agreement that they would clean their own front yards.