"You're not." She spoke as she smiled. Her father waved back and headed twords the house. He was a stocky man dressed in bibbed overalls. She spoke. "Besides, it's the least we can do for helping us out."
Adrien blushed a little when he heard her giggle, having to hold back a giggle of his own. "No problem," he replied. Adrien finished the last patch and began lowering himself down the ladder.
Kieara waited until he was safely down before placing Bessie back in her pen. She then let him out and closed the stall. "Shall we drop your tools off at the truck and head to the house?"
"Certainly," he replied, leading the way back to the truck. He threw his tools into the truck's bed and turned back to her. "So, I don't believe I've introduced myself, my name is Adrien," he said, holding out a hand for her to shake.
She smiled. "Hi, I'm Kieara." She smiled shaking his hand happily. She then led him along to her house. Her father had set the table. "Go wash up you two." He told them. She smiled. "Come on, I'll show you where."
Adrien nodded politely to her father. He followed Kieara to where he could wash up. "You have a very beautiful name," he complimented. He wanted to ask about her mother, he had been curious for a while, but didn't want to be rude.
Kieara's mother didn't appear to be around. She was missing from the picture. Kieara smiled and blushed at his compliment. "Thank you." She spoke showing him to a bathroom where they could wash up for dinner. "I like yours too, but it doesn't sound from around here."
"Not entirely," Adrien replied, peeking into the bathroom. "I come from a line of European families. Where's yours from?" he asked. He motioned to the bathroom. "Um, shall you go in first?"
Kieara smiled waiting on him. She then led him back to the kitchen where her father waited. She smiled at him happily and sat down. Her father smiled. "So what's your name?"