Chapter 6: The dinner

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You swabbed at your sweaty face as you carefully placed the last pie in the oven. Steam admitted its way through the whole kitchen and a mess placed before you. Sighing with a nervous frustration, you cleaned your kitchen.

It was only an hour before dinner started over at Levi's house. You didn't really know where this high strung feeling came from. You'd been baking two pies for what seemed forever. You went to the store earlier this afternoon after finding out you had forgotten to buy food for it the day before. You were too distracted by a certain wine incident that accidentally led to a meeting of a new friend. One pie was Bourbon pecan pie and the other, apple for Falco and Gabi. It was your mothers recipes she had taught you many years ago.

A handful of minutes later, you deemed your kitchen acceptable, and you heard the timer go off for the last pie. You took it out for it to cool off and you hurriedly made your way to your bedroom. You swiftly checked your hair, patted it down and rubbed your sunburnt, pink cheeks in pain. You spend too much time sitting outside, in your free time and riding around on your bike. Yesterday, walking around with Charlotte, the walk was long and you kept looking up to the summer sky during the time. You grunted in dissatisfaction, not wanting to bear to look at yourself any longer and turned back around to get your stuff rounded up.

You put cloths over each of the warm pies, and carefully held the two with one arm. You stepped outside, into the evening day, as it was now precisely 6:30 pm. You carefully walked across the street, being mindful of the pies and made it to the shop's front door. You peered your way through the door window but didn't perceive anybody. The lights were on but no one was around. You raised up your free right hand to try to pull open the door, although to your disappointment it wouldn't budge meaning it was locked. Were you supposed to knock?

You curiously looked around yourself, in search of anything to help you open the door. That was until you spotted something below your feet. It was a piece of folded paper, neatly tucked underneath one of the legs of the black iron rot chairs. You were unbelievably lucky that you had caught this, you thought if you weren't looking at all, your mind wouldn't have thought anything else about this paper.

You carefully bent over, with a straight back and two pies in hand, and gently picked up the heavy chair. You pushed it to the side and scooped up the note. With a single hand you opened it up and saw only quick words scribbled onto it.

"Door is unlocked, come on in. BUT make sure you lock the front door behind you!! (Levi made sure to tell you) Then, go through the back room and there should be another room with stairs, walk up them. (We will be waiting!) - Gabi"

There were a few small messy pictures quickly drawn on it. A smiley face right by her very own name and what seemed to be a poor drawn tea cup. You quickly found a slight smile on your face as you folded up the small letter and tucked it away into the back pocket of your trousers.

Your hand felt as if it suddenly started to get tired so you hurried your way inside, making sure to turn back around and turn the lock until you heard the click, indicating so. You stepped towards the back, curiously taking glances around the empty shop and put your hand on the back room door. You slowly opened the knob, and trudged your way through to the center of the small room.

It was what you assumed it to be. An office. Small and neat, organized to precision. Although no windows but some more plants, and a desk in one corner. To the side of the desk was another doorway, although, peering through, it was a hallway of a staircase leading up to what could only be Levi's house. Gulping down some saliva that was building up in your mouth, you slowly made your way to the front of the intimidating staircase. It was dark and dim, not much light illuminating through it. You'd have to make sure you watch your step carefully not to drop any of your warm desserts.

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