Sylvain was wiping down the counter, apron still tied around his waist. His sleeves rolled to his elbows, no one will recognize the now with the old Sylvain. The ramen pot simmered on the stove, broth thick and glossy with soy, ginger, and garlic.
He'd been at it since noon, and the cook teacher Silas sent had already come over before. He thought a little about fast food and ramen was one of them.
The doorbell resounded in the silent room, Silas had said he'd be out till late. So there was no way it was Silas.
Sylvain dabs his hands on the apron and opens the door.
A woman stood there, smiling at him. She was putting on a V-york skirt and a blue blouse. Her silver tainted hair pulled back into a bun so neat it looked painted on.
She didn't introduce herself, only staring at Sylvain. "Is Silas home?" She asked.
"Yes.....sorry no, ma'am," Sylvain answered nervously.
