Rathus froze in the doorway as his eyes met those of the absolute last person he had expected to see. It felt like a punch to the gut, words and breath eluding him as he gaped in shock. There, carrying a trey laden with food to the table was none other than Freckles.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't make his legs move, or so much as turn his gaze... not even once he noticed Trixie looking back and forth between the two of them with apparent concern. Fortunately, Freckles--or whatever her name was--recovered faster. After a brief, shocked pause, she quickly averted her gaze and resumed her work as though it were no big deal he was there. He wasn't sure what to make of it until he noticed her cast a fertive glance towards Trixie.
"Something wrong?" Emerick elbowed his shoulder to get his attention wearing a knowing smirk. It was at that moment Rathus realized the bastard had known all along!
