Debbie's Pov
"You know you don't have to help with the dishes."
I looked over my shoulder at Professor Sullivan.
"I know."
"Then why are you washing them?"
I smiled.
"Because I ate."
He let out a small laugh.
"I invited you."
"I know."
"That doesn't mean I should leave all the work for you."
He leaned against the kitchen counter and folded his arms.
"I've never met someone so determined to make herself useful."
I shrugged.
"It's how I was raised."
"My mum always said if someone welcomes you into their home, you leave it a little better than you met it."
He nodded thoughtfully.
"She raised you well."
I smiled without saying anything.
A few minutes later, the dishes were done.
I wiped my hands with a kitchen towel and looked around.
The house was beautiful.
Not extravag
