Mr Hood

Chapter 3

YOUR POV

* The next day *

Thankfully Ashton had shown me the break room the day before.

And I was good with remembering so I found it straight away.

It was oddly empty for the lunch time rush, but Ashton had told me most people went out for lunch.

I had packed a flask with soup, which I reheated in the microwave.

The little kitchen located in the corner of the staff room was cosy.

With only three cupboards, a fridge, microwave and sink, it looked rather plain.

But it was just the opposite.

And with no one here, it felt even more comfortable.

I opened the fridge and pulled out my flask.

I searched the cupboards for a bowl and found one in the last cupboard.

I emptied the contents of the soup into the bowl and popped it in the microwave.

I pressed the buttons starting it up and smiled satisfied.

I'd managed to get through my second day without being late, falling or saying the wrong thing.

I was quite proud of myself.

As I watched the microwave, seeing my bowl spinning around, the door opened.

I didn't look at the person who had entered until I heard his raspy voice.

"Thought I'd find you in here," he chuckled.

I span around to see Michael lounged on the sofas.

"Well I didn't feel like trekking down to one of the many food places when I could bring my own," I admitted, waving at the microwave.

He smiled with a nod.

"Looks like we have something in common," he told me.

I thought back to when I'd gotten my dinner out of the fridge and didn't remember seeing anyone else's.

"I already ate mine," he announced.

"Oh," was all I could think to say.

"Yeah I usually come up here at 11. I'm surprised you're in here so late. Didn't you go to dinner with Ashton yesterday at 12?" he asked.

I raised an eyebrow at his observation.

How did he know that?

Was he honestly keeping track of me?

"I just saw you pass the staff room at lunch yesterday when I was leaving. I always leave at 12," he shrugged.

He crossed one leg over the other, his arm sprawled out on the back of the sofa.

"Oh yeah. Well I wasn't that hungry today," I said.

The microwave beeped and I thanked that little timer for saving me from this conversation.

Something told me that Michael wasn't good.

A had a bad feeling, I got a negative vibe from him, and plus I'd already heard the rumours.

"How about tomorrow you let me take you out to lunch?" he asked.

"I thought you didn't do lunch," I reminded him.

I didn't turn but I knew he was smirking.

"A guy can change," he said.

I heard him stand as I took out the bowl and grabbed a spoon, stirring the soup.