I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and what smelled like fresh cinnamon buns? I thought. I got out of bed grabbing the first shirt I found on the floor, putting it on and walking out of my room.
“Good morning.” I heard someone say in chirper voice.
I rubbed my eyes to see more clearly, “you’re still here?” I asked sitting on the stool close to the counter grabbing one of the buns and taking a bite, they were freshly baked and sweet.
“Ouch!” Basil exclaimed as he got the pot of fresh coffee and poured it in a cup.
“What?” I asked looking at him confused.
“Nothing. I asked my assistant to bring me a fresh suit, so I’ll be out of your hair in a while.” Basil said pouring me a cup of coffee.
I chuckled, “I didn’t mean I didn’t want you here, I thought you’d be gone, not s
