“Are you done?” Her father came out to find Harry using the hose to rinse off the soap on the car. Lisa followed behind him, looking at Harry in pity but so badly tried to hide her laugh,
“I’m done.” Harry said standing away from the car to look at what he had done. “I single handedly washed two cars,” he muttered to himself with pride.
“Good. Come, freshen up and join us for dinner.” Her father said before going inside. “Follow me Lisa.” Her father said to her when he saw that she was about to go and meet Harry. Harry was covered in a mixture of water and sweat, his palm felt dry and rough like sand paper, his hair was greasy and he he hated the way he smelt.
“This is not the life.” He muttered to himself again. As he walked in he was welcomed with a warm smile by her mother,
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