"When?" Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow.
"Noon."
"I'm busy."
Flossie Wright was quite annoyed.
"You're available," Glenn Hutchinson said indifferently.
... Pausing, Flossie Wright stared at him, trying to read even a hint of emotion on his face, but all she saw was that stubbornness. After a while, Flossie Wright nodded decisively, "Fine!"
She wouldn't go up against a rascal with a hard approach.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she walked towards the outside.
Glenn Hutchinson lifted his leg and followed.
Not leaving her side for even a step.
Flossie Wright was both amused and irritated by him, and she had no choice but to go with it.
...
Cooking class.
Having gotten leave for the evening, Flossie, with her personality, naturally wouldn't go to the classroom and play the "good student."
Because she missed dinner tending to an injury, and considering the training next day, she had to figure out a way to get something to eat.
