by Brenda Grate
Just as she took another sip of the coffee, her arm was bumped and the cup dropped into her lap. Aja jumped up with a screech, her hands slapping at her crotch, trying to pluck the wet jeans away from her skin. She looked up with a glare, and met the same gorgeous pair of dark blue eyes she’d seen in Rome. His brows were crinkled in concentration. He didn’t seem to notice her at all.
Aja stared after him in shock, unable to believe his rudeness. “Of all the nerve,” she muttered to herself, trying to mop up with the thin napkins on the table. “What an arrogant...”
Antonio, the owner of the bar, walked up and stood in front of Aja’s table, a concerned look on his face. He wiped his hands on his stained apron.
The bar was close to her hotel, and Aja had met Antonio on her first day in Siena. She’d found herself visiting there several times a day, and so enjoyed the quaint liveliness, that she had soon become one of his regulars. The first time she’d met him, he’d spoken to her in Italian, thinking she was a native.
“Buongiorno. Che cosa desidera?”
Aja shrugged her shoulders. She said the only phrase she knew in Italian. “Non parlo italiano.” He looked surprised. Everyone seemed to think of her as a native - which she was, just not the kind of native they were thinking. Her father’s ancestors were Cree Indians, though the blood was much diluted by the time it reached her. It was Aja’s mother’s Italian ancestry of dark straight hair and olive skin that caused her to blend in so well. Her green eyes were the only feature differentiating her from many of those around her at the bar.
The bar owner had smiled. “You not from here, bella.”
“Thank you. No, I’m visiting.”
“Where you from? A donna bella like you not traveling alone, no?”
“I’m from Canada and yes, I’m traveling alone. I’m tough, though, don’t worry.” She had given him a bright, confident smile.
“You too small to protect yourself, bella.”
Aja stuck out her chin. He’d unknowingly hit on the one phrase she’d endured since she was old enough to walk. Her family had coddled and protected her until she was ready to scream. She was the smallest one of the family, the runt of the litter as Olly loved to say. She had no idea how she’d ended up so small; even her mother was taller. Aja’s worst feature, in her opinion, was her height. She was short and only reached most men’s shoulders. She had to shop in the kid’s department which presented a problem. Most twelve-year-olds don’t have boobs and a round butt. Consequently, Aja was forever on a search for the perfect pair of jeans. She was wearing her only pair and now they were covered in coffee.
“You OK, Aja?” Antonio asked, as he handed her a towel. He glared at the offender’s back and said what sounded like a few nasty words in Italian.
“I’m okay, thanks.” Aja mopped up as best she could, thankful it was only an espresso. The skin under her jeans stung, but it didn’t feel too damaged. She handed the towel back and smiled at him. “Thanks for your help.”
Antonio left to deal with his other customers. Aja smiled at his back. It was nice to make a friend, even if it was only the owner of the local bar.
It was time to decide what came next. She’d taken a room at a hotel, but she wasn’t on vacation. Aja wanted to make a new life for herself for a while. So, a job was the next thing on the agenda. What she wanted most was to prove she could make it on her own. The trust fund was for emergencies. She’d taken out some cash upon her arrival in Italy and it was going to have to last until her first pay check. It was a bet she’d made with herself, to see if she could be independent. She was determined to win that bet.
Aja considered getting a newspaper for the want ads and then threw out the idea. A newspaper in Italian wouldn’t do her much good. She thought of asking Antonio if he needed someone, but dismissed that idea because he might do it so he could keep an eye on her.
Aja dropped a few bills onto the table. She hoped she was making the right change. Just to be sure, she dropped another. It would be horrible to leave with the bill unpaid. That was another thing she had to find out: how to tell if she was paying the right amount for her purchases.
Her sticky jeans reminded her she needed to change. Aja headed toward her hotel while her brain raced through all the options for a job. The square she was in - her map called it Piazza del Campo - was packed with people. She remembered seeing a vineyard on the edge of town when she arrived from Rome. The workers were tending it as she passed, making her think how fun it would be to be part of something so ancient. In the clear light of day, she realized that actually tending to vineyards - romantic as it might seem in theory - was sure to be difficult. But wasn't that what she came to do? Work hard and be tough? It’s do or die, she thought. Time to be adventurous, daring, and most of all, strong.
As she walked back to the hotel to change and get her car, Aja planned what she would say. Given that her experience with wine, which boiled down to “consuming large quantities at co-ed parties”, wasn’t going to cut it, she had to come up with something good. Being the only girl in a family of boys had taught her a few things, and lying was up there at the top.
Aja felt crumpled and sweaty by the time she arrived at the winery. There was a large parking area near the main building. She got out of her car and stood watching the workers. What they were doing didn’t look too hard. She might be a little slower than them, but she would learn.
Aja stiffened her back and made her way up the path to what looked like the main house in the distance. The scenery was astounding. Everything had an aged, sun-baked look about it. It was so different from the fresh green lushness of Vancouver.
She knocked on the door and crossed her fingers behind her back. It was opened by a tiny woman. Aja took a deep breath and asked, “Parlo Inglese?”
“Yes.”
Aja was relieved the woman could speak English. It would have been much more difficult to apply for a job if she couldn’t understand what they were asking.
Aja gave the woman her pitch and then held her breath for her response.
“Have you ever worked in a vineyard before?” The woman peered at Aja, sizing her up. There’s no way she’s going to hire someone as small as me. The only thing that gave her hope was the fact that the woman in front of her was, if anything, smaller than Aja. She was tiny and wiry, like a small package wound up tight and ready to burst into action if necessary. Her hair was dark brown with threads of grey woven through it, her skin weathered like a topographical map which had many stories to tell.
“No I haven’t, but I’m a hard worker and in great shape.” Aja tried not to seem desperate.
The woman looked Aja up and down. She narrowed her eyes for a minute, thinking. “Okay.” She sounded reluctant. “We need some people right away.” She began to go over the list of duties.
That’s when Aja started having second thoughts. It didn’t sound like the mindless, peaceful work of picking grapes that she’d imagined. It sounded like back-breaking, exhausting work. There wasn’t much else to choose from, however, so she stuck her chin in the air and listened.
Nona, as she informed Aja everyone called her, took her on a tour of the vineyard. The perfect rows of vines, the green leaves bursting with life; it was all so foreign. Aja had drunk her share of wine in the past, but had never considered where it came from. It was a sobering thought. She decided she would never take a sip of wine again without appreciating the work involved.
After touring everything and introducing her to some of the workers, Nona turned to Aja, “You have someplace to sleep?”
“Yes, I’m staying at a hotel in town.”
“We have a small villa a short walking distance from here. You interested?”
She had a straightforward way of speaking. Aja knew she was going to like Nona a lot.
“I’ll include the rent in the cost of your wages.”
“I’ll take a look and let you know.”
Nona nodded and said, “Tomorrow morning, then. Six o�
��clock.”
“AM?” Aja had never gotten up before six, as far as she could remember.
Nona frowned at her and Aja added, “Six. I’ll be here.”
Nona gave her another quick nod and walked away.
Aja took a deep breath and started back toward her car. She couldn’t believe she had a job. The first one she’d applied for, too. But why was Nona so quick to hire her despite her doubts about Aja’s strength? Was it because it was so hard to find people to do this kind of work? With that thought she began dreading the next day.
In the distance Aja could see the workers out in the vineyard. They were working hard, not speaking, a poetic part of the landscape. They blended in so well that it looked like a painting. Her eyes caught one worker. Her breath stopped as she stared at him. He was bare-chested and even from a distance she could see that he was young and strong. Aja felt a stirring as she watched him trim the vines. He was beautiful, a work of art, such as she’d never seen before. Aja tore her eyes away and continued on.
She hadn’t been sitting at her usual table five seconds when Antonio called out, “Bella, you’re here.” He beamed at her as he moved across the room and out the door, sweeping up to her table like Romeo. He stood back and admired Aja, humming in his throat with appreciation. He always made such a fuss over her, causing her much embarrassment. Aja hated and loved it at the same time. He quite enjoyed the whole thing because he did it every day.
“Hi Antonio.”
“No, no, call me Toni, bella.”
She laughed. “Okay, Toni. Call me Aja.”
“Aja? What kinda name is Aja? Thatsa name a place, not a name for donna bella.”
He moved back through the bar greeting the customers, waving his hands around like he was the conductor of an orchestra. In fact, that wasn’t far off. He kept up the flow of chatter and good will in his bar daily.
Aja sat enjoying her cappuccino while she tried not to think about her new job. There was coffee, something she’d always enjoyed, and then there was coffee outside a small bar in an Italian city. Now that was coffee. Aja watched the villagers move about their business, all talking animatedly, waving their arms and raising their voices for emphasis. The people here lived life with such intensity. It was different from life in Canada. In Vancouver, people were so...tame. Almost colorless. Italy was a riot of color. Not just the landscape, but also the people. Their characters were bold and vivid. Aja could feel herself fading into the background as she watched them.
She put some euros on the table, turned and smacked into the chest of someone very large. She couldn’t see because she’d hit her nose and was seeing only stars. “Oh God!” she grabbed her nose and bent over.
“Scusatemi, mi dispiace vi ho fatto male?”
“Huh?” Aja squinted up at him, still clutching her nose. Realizing he’d spoken in Italian, she said. "Non parlo italiano.”
He laughed and said in broken English. “So sorry. You look Italiana. You okay? I hurt you?”
Aja’s vision finally cleared enough to see him, and his appearance matched his amazing voice. She nearly saw stars again. He looked vaguely familiar and then she realized that he was the man from the vineyard. She was going to work with him.
“You okay?” He peered closer, this time with real concern.
Realizing that she was staring, Aja blushed and looked down. “No... Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she stammered, feeling even more foolish. Aja turned and grabbed her purse from the chair and scooted around him.
“You new here? You visit famiglia?”
It seemed to be the first question everyone asked.
“No, no family, just visiting. Well, actually I’ve moved here. I’ll be working up at the vineyard just outside of Siena.” Aja waved a hand in the general direction.
His eyes lit up at the news. “Fantastico! Me work too. I see you again, then.”
He was even more beautiful when he smiled. Aja’s stomach sank. How was she going to work with this man? She’d vowed to stay away from them altogether and she hadn’t even been here a week. “Yes, I guess I’ll see you,” she mumbled and walked away, heading for her hotel as quickly as possible. She was doomed.
Chapter 13
Four thirty came too quickly, and the old-fashioned alarm clock’s clanging threatened to wake the entire hotel. Aja groaned and batted at it, finally smothering it with a pillow until her fingers found the switch. The silence was deafening. Aja flopped back on her pillow muttering about inhumane people that would make their workers start so early. Something about Nona, though, made Aja reluctant to disappoint her. She needed to make a good impression on her first day.
After rifling through the suitcase for a few minutes, Aja realized she had nothing appropriate for a day in the fields, doing whatever it was they did in… fields. She clutched her head. It was too early to think, let alone come to any sane conclusions. She grabbed her shabbiest pair of jeans, another hopeful purchase in the children’s department. The biggest problem with the jeans was the flat butt. Somehow her ass cheeks ended up riding on her thighs. She looked at every angle in the warped mirror and realized it was a mistake. Now she wouldn’t be able to get that image out of her head all day. She threw on a tank top, pulled her long hair back in a braid and rushed downstairs to the dining room.
By the time Aja had finished eating and getting the hotel staff to make her a lunch, it was nearly time to be at the vineyard. Frantic, she raced her rental car too fast, but figured it just made her more like the locals.
She hurried to the house and knocked on the door. It opened just as she was in the process of adjusting her left butt cheek to fit more comfortably in her jeans.
Aja raised her eyes in time to meet the haughty look of the man who’d spilled her espresso in her lap. He watched her contortions and quirked an eyebrow. Aja glared at him.
“Who are you?” His voice was like whiskey. Smooth, but with a bite at the end.
She straightened up and tried to look dignified. A difficult task, considering she was eye level with the tuft of hair sprouting out of his shirt. “I’m the new worker.”
“You?” He barked out a laugh and looked her over. “You look like a stiff breeze would blow you away.”
Why does he have to be so damn fluent in English? Aja muttered to herself. He had an accent, but spoke perfect English. Of all the people she had to meet. It dawned on her that he’d opened the door of the main house and he wasn’t acting like a visitor. He was probably the owner of the vineyard and here she was being a smart ass.
Aja stuck her chin in the air and put a smile on her face, hoping it didn’t look as much a grimace as it felt. “Nona hired me yesterday and told me to be here at six. Is there someone who can show me around?”
He looked her over and was silent for a full minute, or at least it felt that way. Aja squirmed under his gaze. His dark blue eyes were gorgeous, but they had a skeptical look that was anything but attractive, especially for the person withering under it. She could feel the heat rising up her neck.
He muttered something about Nona’s “damn interference” and pushed himself off the door frame. “I’ll show you around. Just wait a minute. I’ll be right back.” He disappeared and the door shut in Aja’s face.
Of all the… what a stuck up pig. Aja stood on the porch, completely dismissed, and felt like leaving. Maybe she didn’t need a job after all. The only thing that kept her feet glued to the stone was a determination to show him she could do the work no matter what he thought of her. She was going to pick grapes, or whatever they had to do, like a pro, and he would humbly beg her pardon by the day’s end.
By the time the door opened again, she’d thought up at least fifty good adjectives for Mr. ‘Arrogant’, but Aja had to rearrange her features in a hurry when she saw Nona standing there. She greeted Aja with a smile and an apology.
“My son doesn’t like me to interfere with the workers now that he’s taken over the winery,” she said in her charming voice.
Aja felt warmth for Nona rush over her. She was her champion.
“So, I’m afraid we won’t be able to take you on after all.”
Aja’s brain rattled the words around for a few seconds then she gasped. “What?”
“He said you’re too small to do the work.” There was regret in her voice.
“Too small? How big do you have to be to pick grapes?” And why couldn’t he tell me this himself?
Nona laughed. “Not big, strong. You have to be strong to handle the work and being out in the heat all day.”
Aja stiffened her back. “I’m strong.”
Nona shook her head. “You don’t look very strong, though you seem like a nice girl.”