Chapter 661
Chapter 661, Talk 014: Moving away from the Cooking Class (2)
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Debonair, straightforward, decisive.
She never looked back whenever they parted ways.
Perry Reed muttered under his breath, his suppressed anger threatening to unleash, capable of consuming the night.
Back at the cooking class, it was well past dinner time.
Faced with everyone’s inquisitive stares, Flossie Wright went straight into the kitchen without saying a word. She braced herself for a verbal reprimand from the instructor, but what awaited her was a prepared midnight snack.
"Eat up." The instructor gestured towards the snack with his usual stern expression. Seeing the confusion in Flossie’s eyes, he added, "Hutchinson already briefed me."
What he insinuated was that she had connections.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for Glenn Hutchinson giving a heads-up, Flossie would have definitely been chastised by the instructor for returning so late without any notice.
Not to mention being served this specially prepared midnight snack.
"Thank you."
Flossie nodded, accepting this special treatment with a sense of entitlement.
Soon, Becca Reyes, who had heard the news, rushed into the kitchen.
"You’re back?"
Upon reaching the doorway, Becca spotted Flossie. With Flossie’s return, a weight was lifted from Becca’s heart that had been hanging since the afternoon.
Flossie glanced at her, not initiating conversation.
Hesitating for a moment, Becca quickened her pace, coming to stand next to Flossie who was seated on a stool.
"An acquaintance."
Before Becca could ask, Flossie preemptively answered her unspoken question.
Taken aback, Becca needed a few seconds to digest Flossie’s remark.
"Oh," Becca nodded, brushing off her initial confusion. Seeing Flossie calmly continue her meal, Becca sighed, "The instructor does treat you differently. I got glared at several times for not returning with you."
"I am more outstanding than you."
Flossie stated matter-of-factly.
While self-praising with composure, she nonchalantly pointed out the harsh reality.
Becca’s mouth twitched.
She had been a fool to worry about someone like Flossie all this time.
"Oh, by the way, the instructor gave a notice in the afternoon. We’re moving out tomorrow." Showing no hesitation, Becca grabbed a pair of chopsticks, squatted down next to Flossie and blatantly shared the midnight snack with her.
Flossie responded indifferently, giving her a glance but not stopping her.
Once they left the cooking class, chances for special treatment from the instructor would considerably decrease. Like having a meal ready when they return, or offering them something to eat when they’re exhausted from training without uttering a word. Once they left, they would have to eat with the others in the dining hall. Encounters like these were going to become rare.
Both women fell silent, finishing the midnight snack immaculately clean and even tidied the kitchen afterwards.
It was their last night together. Becca wasn’t sure about Flossie’s feelings, but the thought of leaving unavoidably fetched a sense of melancholy.
The two months’ time had been enough for her to remember every nook and cranny of the place, every vibrant face, and every bit of tolerance and understanding after each gruelling training session. She believed that those who had spent time here would invariably harbor some nostalgia when leaving.
But those fond memories could not be her reason to stay.
— End of Chapter 661 —