Beta Drake holds the door open of his small apartment for Charli and flicks on the light. “Oh,” Charli says surprised by the size of his apartment and Beta Drake laughed. “It’s smaller than you thought it would be right?” He asks her and she laughs. “I just assumed teachers would have more . . . space.” She admits shyly and he smirks. “I thought so too.” He agreed tossing his keys onto the counter.
He gets straight to work, digging into the cabinets to find a pot. “Can I help?” She offers, taking a seat at the small island and he shakes his head. “I think I can at least get spaghetti right.” He half teases, he grew up with a personal chef and during his time at the academy is when he learned ‘to cook’ which to him, meant sticking things into the microwave and pushing the right buttons.
