I have always been the decisive type of person. Once I decide to do something, I'd do it almost immediately. Yeah. Just like wanting to eat some stir fried chicken along with a refreshing pint of beer. And I don't care if it's in the dead of the night or if it's not my house in the first place. Well, I kinda do care about the latter. But I think Madame Cartier wouldn't blame me for ransacking her kitchen for some late night soiree with myself.
Wrapping myself in a thin coat to guard against the cold, I treaded silently to the kitchen. I know, I know I'm not supposed to take advantage of my prior experiences by sneaking around.
But hey, it would be such a waste not to make use of it. Just that, kids, please don't imitate this.
You might wonder why I knew my way into the kitchen as if I'd been there tons of times when in fact it was my first time here with the Cartiers.
