I liked the quiet of the mansion.. it was peaceful, pleasant. but you.. you were colder than the tile flooring, you never smile nor do you speak you only shake your head or nod. I was meant to be in charge and to be the cold one, but you were unbothered by harsh words or hard tasks. you were barley old enough to work yet you were better at your job than the maids whom worked for me for six years.

you stood before me a cup of coffee in your hands held out to me, you were on time as usual.