Debonair, straightforward, decisive.
She never looked back whenever they parted ways.
"Damn it!"
Perry Reed muttered under his breath, his suppressed anger threatening to unleash, capable of consuming the night.
*
Back at the cooking class, it was well past dinner time.
Faced with everyone's inquisitive stares, Flossie Wright went straight into the kitchen without saying a word. She braced herself for a verbal reprimand from the instructor, but what awaited her was a prepared midnight snack.
"Eat up." The instructor gestured towards the snack with his usual stern expression. Seeing the confusion in Flossie's eyes, he added, "Hutchinson already briefed me."
What he insinuated was that she had connections.
In fact, if it hadn't been for Glenn Hutchinson giving a heads-up, Flossie would have definitely been chastised by the instructor for returning so late without any notice.
Not to mention being served this specially prepared midnight snack.
"Thank you."
