(Claire POV)
There I was standing like a statue watching the incredibly handsome butler who was putting the final details of a breakfast that looked like something out of a restaurant magazine, it's just that the butler seemed strangely familiar, as if I had known the guy all of my life. . . Oh sure that's why it's Desmond.
´´ I am glad you are here my lady, breakfast will be served soon. ´´
And so, as he filled the table with cymbals, Desmond put on that flirtatious smile of his and with the manners of a true English butler prepared a chair for me to sit on. With my brain still trying to process the scene in front of me, I proceeded to sit down and look at the little delicacies that filled the small table and the delicious butler next to me; all I could get from my lips was:
´´ why? ´´
