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*thunk thunk thunk*
Mateo is practically in a trance as he swings his ax against a tree, the blade eating away at the trunk with each skillful swing.
He pulls away after a moment, huffing out a heavy breath as he swipes the sweat gathering on his forehead away with the back of his hand. The winter season was quickly approaching, and Mateo knew he could make a little extra cash selling logs for fireplaces - even a few stores on Main Street were already itching to buy some firewood to sell.
“Teo!” The small voice of his little sister, América, catches his attention and Mateo chuckles to himself, resting his ax on his shoulder as he walks back towards the lumber yard “Sí, chiquita?” He calls back with a smile.
“you is here!” América bounces, smiling before she runs back inside the shop; Mateo pauses, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. you. Mateo felt like a 15 year old again at just hearing their name, his heart fluttering and stomach full of butterflies.
Taking a deep breath, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the ax to ground himself before he leaned it against a tree stump before sauntering into the lumber yard shop with a small smile, running his fingers nervously in his hair. “Hola, you, is there something I can do for you today?” He asks, leaning his hands against the counter, an attempt to seem casual despite the fact his heart was damn near beating out of his chest.
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