“Who is it?” Chloe asked curiously as she arranged the table, setting it up for breakfast.
“It’s Mr. Sanderson!” Leona announced as she opened the door wider to let him in, as usual he was dressed in a long coat that covered him heavily, adding some certain mystery to his personality and a black knitted scarf was wrapped around his neck; he wasn’t wearing his hat like he would always do instead he held his hair in a man bun.
He carried himself with some sort of excellence and elegance that made Chloe believe that he truly had the God complex; his green eyes, dark like the fresh blend of leaves, as they stared at her it was as if they could see all her hidden secret and they probed deeper even unto the depths of her soul. Chloe’s eyes widened and she accidentally dropped the tray in her
