“Regular job in this town is very limited, Linton. My degree is not useful around here, and I don’t have experience working on a farm, too. So, I can’t be choosy, can I?”
“Don’t you have a plan for advertising the cabins? Even just on social media. The holiday is approaching.”
She looked at me and stared. “I don’t even know how did you find this place. We have only two cabins, and this is way far from the town. The visitors won’t be able to reach this place even during festivals.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Can I ask you another question?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
“I thought if you can be my model?”
She looked at me with wide eyes, pointing at herself. “Me?”
“What? Do you prefer me to ask Keene as my model or Mr. Stan instead?”
She burst into laughter, then wrinkled her
