The house was large, I climbed the steps up to the front door and rang the bell. The girl who answered it was a few years older then me, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt under a heavy coat. I smiled and extended my hand.

“I’m Jen, I’m here to fix your wiring?”

She ignored my outstretched hand and ran fingertips through her fashionably short hair, drawing attention to the fact she lacked a baby scar. A rich girl then, she didn’t need to work and she was making sure that I knew about it.

“Jeff? Someone here about the wiring, I’m going now.”

“Okay baby, See you tonight.” Called out a male voice.

Brushing past me she descended the steps, and walked down the hill towards the city.

The owner of the voice appeared, 6’2", handsome, black hair, he did have a scar. She was slumming it with the peons then.

“The fuse keeps going out for the lights upstairs.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, just a short somewhere. I’m Jen. Mr?”

“Call me Jeff. The fuse box is this way.”

I smiled up at him and followed him inside.