The End of the Littlest One [Completed]

14. From Olivia to Nicoletta

Hey Nico,

It is the day after I went to the post office to deliver the last letter. However, this morning I realized I forgot to tell you one of the things I really wanted to tell you. So here you go, a second letter.

I wanted to tell you about this creepy guy at the inn recently. He checked in last Thursday and left this morning. Every evening he has stayed here, I was tasked to bring him the dinner he ordered. Every time I walked into the dinner hall; he'd just be looking at everyone. When I would walk back to the kitchen, I could feel his eyes on my back.

I saw him at the market as well. He observes everyone. Not just 'Oh, what does your face look like?'. More like 'Let me count your eyelashes.' He was really creeping me out.

I think he creeped out some of the guests as well. When I was making lunch for the people who ordered it, I heard one of the guests coming up to Sheppard. The man was talking about the night before. Apparently, when he opened his door in the evening to go downstairs, that man was outside of his door.

Not walking past or anything like that. He swore the man was standing next to his door. Just standing.

I got chills just thinking about it. It couldn't have been anyone else either, he's the only man at the inn with a small scar by his left ear.

Luckily, he finally checked out of the inn. I hope the guy never comes back.

On another note, a less shady one, I tried to try to play the piano. Does that make sense? Probably not, so let me explain.

You inspired me to try to play with your last letter. So, when I had some time this morning, I decided to go to the piano. You know, weird thing: it is in the room next to the library. I thought that was odd, since Sheppard wants the library to be quiet. I'm sure putting a piano room next to that will help.

Anyway, I went to the piano with some sheet music. I had already learned what notes on the sheet what keys were, which meant I was good to go. However, like I already talked about in the previous letter, it was occupied.

I walked through the hall, and already heard the music. Disappointing. It was gorgeous music, don't get me wrong. It's just disappointing the piano genius decided to play at the time when I could try it.

I turned back around when I heard the music and didn't go to see who played.

Instead, I went to the kitchen. You want to know what I did there? I tried another one of your recipes! I found all the ingredients necessary for the chicken soup with the cheese. Not going to lie, I was still weirded out a little by the fact that there's cheese in it.

To be completely, entirely, utterly honest with you: I didn't like it. I'm sorry. Actually no, I'm not. I'm allowed to have opinions. I'm sorry for sharing my opinion. You technically did ask for it, so...

The cheese was weird. I didn't like it. It confirmed my hunch; cheese shouldn't be in soup. On top of that, the soup without the cheese was nothing. It was basic chicken soup. You said your new chef selected his best recipes? Has he tried his own cheese-chicken-soup?

Also, have you? I hope, as my friend, you'd prevent me from bad things, but maybe you just haven't tried it yourself. Don't be discouraged from trying it out, though. I'd love to hear what you think of it. Definitely not because I want you to suffer. Out of love, of course.

In the past day, nothing has changed regarding my staying at the inn. I still think it was a good decision. I have not managed to read a book yet, but everything on its own time.

One little thing I found out: Sheppard doesn't mind letting me work longer. Since I'm always at the inn, he can very easily ask me to help with something, or to start my shift earlier. I better be compensated for that. If my salary is the same as any other months, I'm gonna start a riot. You'd join me, right?

What I also forgot in my last letter, was to ask you if you have anything exciting coming up. So, hereby: do you have anything exciting coming up? Any social obligations you're dreading? I'd love to hear of them. You know, to feel better about my own situation.

That marks the end of it. Maybe there'll be a third letter, who knows.

Much love, again,

Lily