Her mention of the suckers caused his attention to move to the box before a knowing smile moved across his face and his blue gaze shifted back to her. “If I left them in your apartment I wouldn’t know if I was out or not.” He said with a nod, “And if you’re going to be coming over here I don’t see a reason to move them into your apartment.” His voice was a bit cheeky seeing as she finally began to calm down. As she stood up, he followed suit, taking the wrappers and tossing them in the nearby trashcan before leaving to return the box to its proper place and shutting the closet door.

When he arrived back into the living room she commented about his pants and his attention turned downwards. A small smile moved across his face as his gaze returned to her face. “Yes, yes I am.” Then her explain why she was about to go into a meltdown he nodded. His large hands slid into his pockets before his shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. “It happens; I’m just glad you’re alright and I was able to help you through it.” She’s always apologizing for things. A smile moved across his fine lips, a soft smile. “Freya, you shouldn’t apologize for things, especially if it’s things you want. Life will be easier if you try to enjoy things without apologizing for your own happiness.” His head rose and fell with a nod.

Falling unintentionally back into butler mode, he followed her out of his apartment and into hers grabbing her hair dryer and brush before she got the chance to get into the bathroom. Setting up her hair dryer and cleaning out her brush he noticed his phone was blinking. After disposing of her hair and placing the brush down he picked up his phone and checked the messages.

[i]Dearest <3 James, it is I! Ur partner ‘n crime ur partner for the midterm Rebecca I have the ingredients for our meal. When can I come over so we can put it together?!? :-*[/i]

The face at the end of the text message caused his brow to push together. What the heck does an asterisk do on a face? And why was ‘Dearest’ less than three? Shrugging thinking it was just a ‘girl thing’ he texted her back.

[i]Good morning Rebecca,

1pm would work out splendid for me; I have the utensils we need to properly cook the meal. If this doesn’t work please do let me know and we can reschedule.[/i]

[b]Send[/b]

He got a response almost instantly.

[i]SEE U @ 1!!!!!!!!! :-* <3[/i]

Great, now the asterisk was less than three, why?? Shaking his head he locked his phone and placed it on the table top. Knowing Rebecca from class, she normally came prepared to make more than one copy of the dishes but in order to pass, all the flavors must be tasted, and they need to be able to tell the difference between the flavors. He stood in Freya’s kitchen tapping his chin in through before he heard the bathroom door open.

Walking to the entrance into the kitchen he poked his head into the hallway and waved her to come into the kitchen. He guided her in a comfortable silence and began to dry her hair much like he did as her butler, expect this was a little different. He wasn’t her butler right now. “Your hair is looking a lot healthier since you switched your shampoo and conditioner.” Much like most of his actions towards her, his hair brushing and drying was gentle and kind. A comfortable silence filled the room until he finished.

He clicked off the hair dryer and placed it down onto the table followed by the brush. “Let’s go out for lunch.” He said softly as he offered her a large hand to help her from her chair. His keys and wallet already on him, “Do you have any plans for this Sunday? I could use your assistance around 1 if you are free.”