THE CREEP AND THE HERO
“Thank you for accompanying me, Miss Diwana, you really didn’t have to,” Eron said, putting a few pieces of fresh steak that he bought on his way back from the lumber camp into an already hot pot over his small bonfire.

With a smile, he then added a few herbs, a pinch of salt and a dash of pepper. Eron couldn't help but grin at the chance to actually cook a meal for the woman beside him.

It was truly an advantage to live in a place where people cultivated and bred their own food and then sold it themselves. They were mostly driving in with a truck loaded with vegetables and/or newly butchered meats, and even cheese with other kinds of produce to places like the lumber camp, a few far-off places where workers were, in the same style that Diwana sold her food. Just so happened that a small truck passed by the lumberyard as they were about to leave.

And how they ended up leaving his workplace together was still something that Eron was quite happy about. He couldn't help but remember i
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