23: Part 1

The next morning at around ten, a chef I'd asked for and I gathered in the kitchen to teach me to cook.

I knew how to cook and I actually did a good job at cooking but I wanted to learn something new. Something I could make use of in the café after I leave this place.

So I had asked Samara to get a hold of one of the chefs. I had decided to do this every alternate day and hoped I would be able to stick to cooking every alternate day.

"So, what do you want to cook, Ms. Jenson?" The chef asked, smiling politely at me.

"How about I get your name first?" I suggested, knowing only now that I didn't even know his name.

"I'm Keith Richards," he said, extending his hand towards me.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Juliet Jenson," I said, taking his hand in a firm handshake.

He looked a few years older than me, probably in mid twenties. He had light brown eyes and a dark complexion. He had black hair which ended just above his eyes. He also had a