Lately, I’ve been observing a certain maid that’s been serving the Eclair family. She doesn't seem to know who I am and quite frankly it makes my job a little easier. She's been treating me just like any other person although with more hostility than I thought. It all started when I was on my way to investigate a case regarding a series of recent thefts from the jewelry stores that’s been going on for weeks. Last night an ancient artifact that was meant to display in the museum’s grand opening was stolen. Eye witnesses claimed that they saw a plain brunette woman at the scene every time the thefts had been committed. ‘If my sources are correct I'll be bound to find her in this corner where this store's been untouched-‘ I seemed to have bumped into something or I guess someone on their way out. Luckily, I stood my ground and my eyes went wide at the sight of the individual I ran into. It was the woman and sure enough fits the description. Dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes, bronze complexion and finally a pair of glasses? But she wasn’t wearing them. Was I wrong? According to the description many claimed that she was rather dull and plain so it was difficult to truly find her.

“Are you alright, miss?” I leaned down to meet her level, offering my hand for her to get up. I picked up her body language that she’s in distress looking for something important. Scanning the area around us I found her spectacles laying on the ground and gently put them on her. After finally her vision was clear she calmed down and released a sigh in relief.

“Watch where you're going, cab-“ She suddenly halts, adjusting her glasses immediately smacking my hand away. She takes a glimpse of me and holds her tongue. She slowly got up on her own and spoke this time in a completely different manner. “Tch, excuse me.” She briefly bows passing by me, not before bumping into me harshly into my arm on purpose. She currently seems to be in a bad mood. I didn’t mind the treatment, because I’m already used to it, but I sensed unusual hatred from her. Which begs the question; why is she acting like this? I turned my head to face the direction she was going and decided to tail her. After some time I learned that she went to all sorts of places. A boutique, a butchers shop, a pastry shop. ‘Whoever she’s serving must be throwing a banquet.’ I was shocked to see her visiting a sword smith. Not to mention she was interested in trying out all sorts of weapons.

‘She’s definitely up to no good!’ I’ve decided to approach her directly and learn more about her.

“You can read?” I was surprised to know that she went to the library of all places. ‘Is she perhaps fetching a book to her master?’ I thought. I soon realized my mistake on how rude I sounded and not to mention that may be the worst thing for a conversation starter.

“And you can state the obvious? I guess we really do learn something everyday.” Her blatant sarcasm aside, the woman didn’t bother to make eye contact. Her attention solely remained on the book she’s holding.

“In any case, I’ll get to the point.” I wasn’t planning to waste time by idly chatting, especially when the suspect is right in front of me. I’ll get answers from her one way or another.

“Ya sure don’t like to beat around the bush.” She didn’t let me continue and cut me off. “I’ll have to decline your offer though seeing how you were following me around like a creep.” I was surprised. I didn't expect her to be this perceptive let alone noticing when I was tailing her earlier. It appears I truly did underestimate her. Since my cover was already blown it wouldn't hurt to inquire how she saw through me.

“How were you able to tell right away that I was about to ask you regarding you being the main suspect in the theft of the museum's prized possession?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” She raised an eyebrow. “I was hoping you’d get cold feet and leave me alone. Obviously you were planning to ask me out on a date.” 

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“What? Am I so cute you've become beyond speechless?” She tilts her head innocently, the corner of her lips curve into a smug and for some reason the overwhelming confidence along with that arrogance of hers made me feel beyond irritated. My eyebrow twitches.

“No, you’ve got it all wrong. I’ve already got my heart set for someone.” I immediately shut down the outrageous misunderstandings of hers coldly. This woman is clearly the delusional type and I’m not here to entertain her.

“How cold, at least pretend to care and gently turn me down. This is why you don’t have any friends you know?”

“What?” Her snide remark was the final nail on the coffin, raising my voice. I was instantly hushed by the librarian along with the others. The woman looked at me in disapproval and pretended that she wasn't associated with me by taking a step further from me. I immediately held her shoulder. I was done playing her games. “Hold it.” I whispered, a cold gaze forming. “You’ve got some explaining to do. Surely a woman of your status who wasn't satisfied with her current life must’ve been stealing the jewelry and selling it to the black market to buy yourself a title, hence your motive.” The grip of my hand tightened. “You’re coming with me for questioning.” I was met with silence as she gazed on the floor. Good, my intimidation tactic must’ve worked well enough now that she’ll be willing to cooperate.

“Hah?” After finally hearing my warning she suddenly slams her book shut, returning to face me with a sneer. “You did not just say that to my face, mister. Step outside.” She orders pointing towards the exit with her thumb, “I’ll gladly go along with your interrogation.” By the tone of her voice I sensed immediate hostility, evident from the way she smiled at me. Reluctantly I agreed to meet her in a secluded spot away from the prying eyes. In the end I regretted my actions deeply, not because I ended up getting kicked, but out of all the places did she feel the need to deliver a swift kick to my weakest point?

“Why do pretty boys always have a trashy personality?” She spat venomously.

“What?” I managed to sputter despite being in immense pain.

“It was a rhetorical question, jackass.” She hears the guards that were on patrol and immediately bolts leaving me alone with my pouch in her hand in the alleyway. “Anyways, it’s been fun, pretty boy. Let us never cross paths again, Adios!”