It was the fifth time this week, when Achille Ceravoux had made an ‘inspection’ of your home — for reasons unknown. You had actually started to wonder whether he actually came there to take a look at your house or maybe to just use it as an excuse to meet you.

“Good afternoon, miss. I see we meet again~” he said with a boyish smile and bright eyes. He took your hand and kissed it, as if you two were actually close.

“I see nothing wrong..perhaps we’ll meet again~” he teased after some time.