Partners In Crime

Chapter 5

Another day, another set of problems.

A repellent smell interrupted my sleep. 

I hurried towards the possible cause of such smell, being led by a trail of the remaining scent through the hallways. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen.

When I opened the door, I saw Peyton and Grace helplessly waving towels in a vertical motion, trying to air out the smell.

A good way to start the day.

"What is going on?" I appeared to catch them by surprise, taking notice of them both jumping at my question.

"Our little Peyton here decided that it is best if she prepared breakfast instead of Mr. George." Grace threw her towel on the ground and crossed her arms, glaring at Peyton.

"I thought that giving George a day off would be kind." Peyton defended herself while continuing to aggressively air out from what I could, at this moment and time, make out as a frying pan. Out of my understanding, it appears that Peyton burned the dish which was supposed to serve as our early meal.

I hastened towards her, ripping the cloth away from her hands as it was the main cause for the foul smell which has now spread through our entire residence.

"He is our cook. It is his job to make our food. Nevertheless, he only stays here until breakfast is over, then he comes back for lunch and supper." Grace angrily scolded Peyton, disclosing to her that George has multiple opportunities to go home and rest throughout the day.

In defeat, Peyton lowered her head.

"Now Grace, don't be so illiberal with her. What's so bad with wanting to give George a day to rest?" Sofia had now woken up from all of the fuss.

"That is not the problem, the problem is her trying to cook when she has no knowledge in the kitchen. I could've at least helped her, for goodness sake." Grace replied.

Feeling sorry for Peyton, I decided to help her clean up by pouring water on the dish, ultimately getting rid of the smell and the residue from the burned pork.

"I guess no breakfast today." I smiled, trying to make good of this situation.

It worked as all of them chuckled at the comedic beginning of the morning.

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My eyes were completely focused on the intriguing words of a book, as I was walking towards the lecture room. 

Predictably, I bumped into someone.

"I apologize." I bowed down to the individual.

"No worries Lady GS." A hand came into my field of vision, reaching for me to grab it.

The voice was far too familiar to miss.

"Thank you very much, Professor Moriarty." I accepted his offer and smiled at him.

"An interesting book you got there. I wouldn't think that you were a lover of crime and mystery genres." He skimmed through the book before giving it to me.

"You've read it before?" I asked with fascination escaping my tone.

"Why of course, Edgar Allen Poe is a fantastic novelist." He answered with his eyes closed and a sweet smile formed on his lips.

"I have to confess, today will be the first time I have met someone who, too, enjoys a good mystery book." I looked at him thrilled. "Though, I am little by not surprised." I joked.

He chuckled with me.

"Y/N!" 

My God.