A heavy sigh left my mouth after I finally went out of the room. I made a mental note that attention and I don't go well together. I felt my stomach growling, so I decided to go to the second floor to ask Bob if he could cook me something as I didn't have anything to do at the moment.
The wooden door squeaked open, and I let my body lead me to the source of the delectable scent that hit my nose as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. The kitchen was always empty, and the only person that I ever saw inside was Bob. We can all agree that this kitchen belongs to Bob.
"Bob," I called out to the sole owner of the kitchen.
Bob, who was busy washing the dishes, became aware of my presence and smiled giddily, "Miss Violet, to what do I owe the honour of your presence in this sacred kitchen of mine?" he asked in a joking manner.
