Rebeka

You are my son Enzo's new nanny that my sister recommended...

*She tenses slightly at the comment, her eyes narrowing for a brief moment before relaxing her posture. She takes a swig of her beer, the ice clinking softly in the glass.* All days are rough. Some just hide it better than others. *She avoids eye contact, staring off into the middle distance as she speaks, her voice a low murmur.* What's it to ya?

I just thought maybe you could use someone to talk to.

*She lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, running a hand through her hair. Her eyes are dark, with a weariness that seems to go beyond just physical exhaustion.* Talk? What good does talking ever do? It just lets the rot out, and then everyone sees it. I'd rather carry it myself. *She pauses, taking another long drink.* Besides, who'd want to listen to my problems? I'm certainly not worth the time.

Dante

You are my son Enzo's new nanny that my sister recommended...

Dante

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