Eccentric companions

Filled with excitement, Flower eagerly sat down at the breakfast nook and took her first bite. The crispy breading gave way to tender, juicy steak, perfectly complemented by the creamy and flavorful gravy. The combination of textures and flavors danced on her palate, leaving her with a feeling of pure satisfaction. Her boss would surely love it.

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Isla was busy folding her clothes in her room while Riley sat on his wheel chair, engrossed in a book.

"Do you have any reservations about Flower working as a chef in an unknown mansion? I can't shake the feeling," Isla asked, diligently folding a piece of clothing.

Riley looked up from his book and replied, "No, I'm perfectly fine with Flower working there."

"I just can't help but worry," Isla remarked as she finished folding the last piece of clothing. She placed it in the wardrobe and locked it.

"I need to start preparing lunch," Isla said, determined.

"I'll come with you. I want to see you cook," Riley chimed in.

"Alright, come on," she smiled, walking over to Riley's wheelchair and carefully wheeling him out of the room and into the kitchen.

Isla positioned Riley 's wheelchair beside her cooking area and began to prepare the ingredients.

As Isla started cooking, Riley observed her with a sense of awe. Her movements were precise and graceful, and the aroma of the ingredients filled the air, making his mouth water.

"What are you making today?" Riley asked, intrigued.

"I thought I'd make a hearty vegetable soup and some freshly baked bread," Isla replied, her eyes focused on chopping vegetables.

"Sounds delicious," Riley said with a smile. "You have such a knack for cooking, Isla."

Isla blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, Riley. Cooking has always been a passion of mine. It brings me joy to create something delicious for others."

As she continued to cook, Isla shared stories of her childhood, her love for experimenting with different flavors, and her dream of opening her own restaurant someday. Riley listened intently, captivated by her words and her enthusiasm.

Soon, the aroma of the simmering soup filled the kitchen, and Isla started preparing the dough for the bread. Riley watched as she kneaded the dough, her hands skillfully working the mixture.

"Isla, would you teach me how to bake bread someday?" Riley asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Isla smiled warmly at him. "Of course, Riley! I would love to teach you. Baking bread can be such a therapeutic and rewarding experience."

As they chatted and cooked together, their bond grew stronger. Isla's kind and patient nature shone through as she guided Riley through the steps of cooking and baking. They exchanged laughter and stories, making the kitchen come alive with their joyful presence.

Finally, lunch was ready. Isla carefully plated the vegetable soup and served it alongside warm, freshly baked bread. They sat at the table, enjoying the meal they had created together.

"This is amazing, Isla," Riley exclaimed, savoring every bite. "You truly have a gift."

Isla beamed with delight, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Riley. It means a lot coming from you."

In that moment, as they shared a meal filled with love and friendship, Isla and Riley felt a deep connection that would continue to grow and blossom as they journeyed through life together.

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Lakeside University

The lecture ended after an hour, and they had two consecutive classes before noon. Afterwards, everyone made their way to the cafeteria .

Honey Bell, Julienne, and Tifana found a seat in the bustling cafeteria and settled down.

"Today, it's on me!" Julienne exclaimed, her voice carrying through the chatter, and she proceeded to order a table full of lunch.

They started eating right away, savoring the meal in front of them.

Suddenly, screams filled the air in the restaurant. The N3 and the JLG had just arrived at the cafeteria.

"Oh my gosh!"

"It's the N3 and JLG!"

"They look so stunning!"

Excited whispers spread through the cafeteria as students craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the N3 and JLG. The N3, known for their fashionable outfits and trendsetting style, walked in with confidence, turning heads with their impeccable fashion choices. The JLG, on the other hand, exuded an aura of effortless coolness, their laid-back demeanor and unique fashion sense drawing admiration from all around.

"I hate the fact that they have big @sses, why is my @ss so dry!!!" Tifana said like a baby.

"Mine is portable," Julienne said, eating a banana.

Honey Bell couldn't help but smirk as her gaze landed on Jackson. Coincidentally, his gaze found hers too, and he smiled before walking off with Nancy to find a seat.

"Nancy, I need you to do something for me," Jackson chimed, his voice filled with mystery.

"What is it?" Nancy asked eagerly, intrigued by the secret task.

He moved closer to her and whispered something in her ear. A mischievous smirk formed on Nancy's face as her eyes shifted to Honey Bell.

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"Honey... I love your hair," Julienne complimented.

"I envy your youthful appearance," Tifana added with a hint of admiration.

"Oh, come on! Will you two stop flattering me?" Honey Bell replied, bashfully blushing.

Caught up in their conversation, they failed to notice Nancy approaching their table until she was right in front of them.

"Stand up," Nancy commanded, her tone full of authority, causing Honey Bell to look up at her in shock.

Honey Bell was too stunned to process everything clearly. Confusion filled her eyes as she asked, "Huh?"

"F**k you!" Nancy spat angrily, raising her hand as if to slap her, but someone intercepted her in the nick of time. The entire cafeteria gasped audibly at the sudden commotion.

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Charles was in his office, completely absorbed in his work when his two friends barged in, making plenty of noise.

"Have you both forgotten how to knock?" Charles rolled his eyes, but then a small ball landed on his head.

Edward had thrown the ball at him.

"Are you insane?" He asked Edward, who only rolled his eyes and threw another one.