"Pardon?"
A well-built middle-aged woman in a white uniform, complete with an apron and a chef's hat, arrived at the table where Faerie was blissfully eating her lunch.
"Your name is Torenia?" inquired the middle-aged woman directly.
Faerie's eyes furrowed for a minute after correctly guessing who had disrupted her lunch. But she soon put on a polite smile. "Yes."
"They stated you were the one who made the food taste better for Young Miss Leslie. I was curious about what was missing in the food until others mentioned you'd 'fixed' the quality. Please explain exactly," she said, simply stating the issue.
'They?' Faerie frowned.
She was annoyed that her lunch break had been cut short. But she was even more irritated when she discovered she couldn't deny requests from individuals older than her because it reminded her of the figure of a grandmother who had looked after her since she was a toddler.
But here's the most aggravating part.
