People said that chatting while working gradually brought people closer, and that really was true.
Greg crouched on the roof, hammer in hand, tapping away at the loose tiles, while Victoria stood on a ladder, concentrating on giving the wall a fresh coat of paint.
They were neither too close nor too far apart, just near enough to exchange a few casual remarks.
"What should we get to eat when we take a break?"
Greg kept hammering the tiles as he continued:
"I heard a new barbecue stall opened on East Street to cater to work mules like us. Cheap prices and generous portions."
If he were making lunch plans with Vivian, Greg would never have suggested something so casual, but Victoria was different.
Although Victoria looked every inch a noble young lady, she genuinely came from a commoner background, so as long as the food tasted good, she was not particularly fussy.
Victoria kept her brush moving, but a hint of disdain crept into her voice:
"Barbecue? In this heat? Have you lost your mind? Besides, I doubt I'll have the appetite for that stuff by the time we take a break."
Although she did not fuss over such things, she was still a girl, not an actual work mule like the guy beside her.
After half a day of labor, who would have the appetite for something that greasy?
"Then what do you want to eat?" Greg asked.
Victoria thought for a moment. "My roommate said there's a place in South Alley that makes good cold noodles. The broth is sweet and tangy. I kind of want to try it."
Greg said, "Sure, cold noodles it is. I'll tag along and mooch a meal off the boss, then. Hehehe."
Victoria said, "Wait, why are you making it sound