Their eyes met and tension was in the air.
"You've been transferred to the cooking class?"
Captain Glenn Hutchinson squinted slightly, casually asking Rowdy Brightwill.
It was an inexplicable question. Rowdy lifted his gaze in surprise. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer, causing him to hesitate.
Then, Captain Hutchinson spoke faintly, "If you're not, don't get in the way."
Er...
Rowdy wasn't stupid, and he caught on quickly.
It was clear that Captain Hutchinson was insinuating that he wasn't even worth a cooking class. This wasn't his territory, he had no right to question.
Naturally, Captain Hutchinson wouldn't answer him either.
After finishing, Captain Hutchinson walked past him without a pause in his steady stride.
"Hey—" Rowdy's mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly sidled up to Captain Hutchinson, watching him vigilantly, "Do you know where Flossie is?"
