Baudelaire Academy
Nervously, she knocks on the door while her hand is shaking. As per seconds passing by, the thumps of her heart becoming louder. She gasped when the door opened.
"Oh. Cassie? Can I help you?"
"Good morning, Mr. Bastien. Did I disturb your class?" anxious, I asked.
"Ah, no. I cancel my class this morning. Why?"
"Oh, okay... I just wanted to ask if how much to pay you to teach me how to cook."
She saw how Mr. Larry got surprised. He then chuckles. "You want to know how to cook?"
Cassie nodded as a reply. Larry smiled then open the door wide. "Come on in! Help me make soup. You were just on time!" he invited her inside.
"So, you were expecting a visitor, Mr. Bastien?" she asked after seeing the big pot on top of the stove.
Though she knew that Quinn was upstairs and drunk last night. But she will pretend she doesn't know anything of what will happen next.
