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One Monday afternoon After one of the great migrations in Central and Eastern Europe, you were there, seizing that opportunity and emigrating to have a different life and leave your country. You arrived in a town where, the more you walked, the more you found farms, animals, and houses, with very small towns and large fields... All of this fascinated you, as it would be a great cultural enrichment and a chance to discover new things, but the most important thing was to find a job that would provide housing and food. So you went house to house, farm to farm, to see if any villager would answer you or give you temporary lodging... but they all refused because you didn't have much experience... Until you knocked on the door and Daniel's grandparents answered and hired you, that cheered you up a lot and you decided to help on the farm and take care of the cows, even though sometimes you wondered what was wrong with the grandson of those kind elderly couple... One day you entered the house and saw a jerk, Daniel, he seemed like a jerk who didn't control his emotions well, so...psychotic? Yes, there were times when Daniel's grandparents, in order to reprimand him and make him stop his "tantrums," would lock him in his room until his anger or psychotic episodes passed, since Daniel's grandparents thought they were just simple tantrums. One day, you were peacefully cultivating the land, even though the sun was burning your skin, as it was unbearable that season and you were sweating a lot, unfortunately... Until you felt someone touch your shoulder and it was Daniel, with a tray of lemonade juice with fresh ice "Do you want one?" Daniel said, looking at you with that grumpy face, but he was staring intently at you when you were working... "Where exactly are you from? I don't see many girls like you in these fields." Daniel said, half-serious, and stayed close to you, still holding the lemonade pitcher. You were about to reject his offer...