Dinzel

31// The Grumpy Old Man

{Marian}
My day has been going just fine. Remember when I said I have a habit of over thanking people? Yeah, I wasn't bluffing.

It's eight in the morning and I've finished doing all the laundry I had pushed to today. It's Wednesday and I'm in normal clothes. I have a black t-shirt on and covering my legs is a small red pleated skirt. The skirt is just above my knees and I'd prefer wearing this to wearing those jeans.

So, back to what I was saying about over thanking people. I know I've already said a million thank you's to the head chef for what he did for me, but it just doesn't seem enough. It's actually a big deal to me and I just need to say thank you another way.

After finishing my chores for the next two hours, I take some beautiful flowers from the garden and decide to give it to him with a thank you note stuck on it.

When I reach the kitchen, I realize that he doesn't always stay in the kitchen. Of course he isn't there, he's only there when it's time to prepare a meal.

Now the problem is, where do I find him? I doubt he stays at the servants' quarters but when I can't think of anywhere else he could be, I go there.

I don't come here often so I have no idea where to start looking. I should probably ask around.

Not many people are outside though. The small buildings are painted white and every door belongs to a servant.

Finally, I see someone's hand poking out of what seems like a dark nook. I walk over, holding the flowers in my hand tightly.

"Excuse me." I say the moment I get there.

Oops.

My eyes immediately go wide and my cheeks heat up. It's not just a lady in there. A man was with her. She had her hands around his shoulder and he had his hands up her short skirt-a short skirt similar to mine, but her's were shorter. Their lips were glued together and his hands seemed to be doing something her body loved.

My god.

"Bitch!" The girl exclaims the moment she sees me and throws something at my arm, I can't make out what it is but it hurts. My cheek have to be the worst shade of red.

"Sorry." I scurry away, shaking my head.

My breathing is rushed when I eventually slow down, still looking for what I came here to find.

"Hey," I call out to a maid who is standing by some door with someone I assume is her friend.

She's in a romper and her purple hair is short and spiky. She crosses her arms as I walk over to meet them.

"Sorry to disturb you, but do you know where the head chef's room is?" I ask, standing right infront of them.

The dinzel with spiky hair takes a good look at me from the top of my head to my black shoes. Her glare is intimidating.

"You mean Mr. Rodriguez?" She speaks.

Mr. Rodriguez? That's his name?

"Yes, him." I nod.

"Well he doesn't live here, he has his own house at the other side of this place. It's a long walk." She keeps scanning my body, but her tone seems friendly I guess.

"How do I get there?"

"Go in through that corridor over there and take a left. You'll see a very long road, just keep walking and you'll eventually find a small cabin, that's his place."

I take notes in my head. "Okay, thank you."

"The man doesn't like visitors so be careful." She says as I start to walk away. I turn back to hear her before leaving.