Butler in Disguise

6 - Horologists in Disguise

A few moments past until Blu figured Killian's purpose there was definitely not to at least help her with the luggage, nor the quite massive backpack she carried.

She pulled her belongings reluctantly to the stilled guy as she took notice of his 6'3 sweaty figure. Her mind curious as to how come every time they met, he always seemed to hold grudges against her.

What could the mirthless boy possibly have in mind this time? Was it because he preferred her previous eccentric style rather than her less tacky clothes she was currently wearing? Or maybe because he didn't like to see the natural colour of her ginger hair?

Nevertheless, Blu tried to pay no mind about it.

Killian's mood swings could suck her fake sideburns for all she cared. Although to make that happens, she should've gone against Varvara's disapproval and ordered the knock-off strips of hair she found on eBay.

"Broski!" Blu called once she reached in front of the chauffeur, pretending to be unaware of his razor eyes that had been watching her since God knows when.

"You said oh-four-hundred hours!" Killian seemed a little fed up as he grumbled, stopping Blu from greeting him.

Pondering, Blu took her phone out from her jeans pocket and checked the time that was displayed on her lock screen. 17 missed calls from the very person in front of her went unnoticed along with other notifications as the phone was put in silent mode.

She frowned at Killian after realising it was only 4:07 p.m. So he was mad because she made him wait for 7 minutes?

She didn't even dare to use the toilet even though her bladder felt like it was about to explode any minute, knowing her employer wouldn't be pleased to wait any longer. At least she planned to inform Killian first that she was going to use the toilet, but even before the chance to explain came, the sacrifice seemed to be undervalued.

"I'm sorry to make you wait for 7 minutes, but I'm afraid I need to use-"

"You're not only 7 minutes late since it's either oh-four-hundred hours or sixteen-hundred hours in here," Killian cut her short, feeling the need to put his struggle from early that morning out there.

He knew the kid he was confronting at the moment wasn't the only person to blame, considering it was partly his mistake too.

Killian had forgotten to confirm the time of arrival when Blu had informed him two days ago, instead he'd assumed that by saying "oh-four-hundred hours," the butler was meant to say 4:00 o'clock. In the bloody morning.

He was used to the 24 hour clock in Spain, that he forgot about the newbie. Only last night had he realised it was quite odd as the kid took the same airlines he had taken a few days earlier, and the arrival times were usually past noon.

But still, the stupid mistake could have been avoided if Blu hadn't put her phone on airplane mode an hour before the flight.

At least she could have picked up one of Killian's early phone calls. That way the poor guy could have used some rest at 3:40 in the morning instead of going to the airport just to make sure she hadn't ended up stranded.

Mind you it was a Sunday as well.

Killian blew out a deep breath at Blu's furrowed brows. He was hoping that Blu was the type of person who was extraordinarily good in one thing - cooking and butler things - and lacking in another. That way, educating her lack of knowledge could worth plates of delightful meals later on.

"There's no a.m and p.m in here. When you said oh-four-hundred, I'd assumed it to be four in the morning," he explained furthermore, a little composed than before.