askhamishholmeswatson || Who the hell is that?
Why does everybody hate Mondays? It's ridiculous, it's just a day. For Vick it was, since she didn't exactly rest on the weekends. The week could start on a Wednesday and it would mean nothing to her.
So this Monday, just like any other day, Vick set the oven so fresh and hot bread could be ready at eight o'clock. 'We need a kitchen assistant.' Vick said in a whisper before she yawned.
'I didn't fire Charlie...' Joseph said, reading the newspaper, but not really. 'Do you know when Hamish's birthday is?'
'We need an assistant, I can't run on three hours of sleep.' She rubbed her face. 'Who's Hamish?'
He looked up at her with a small frown. 'Hamish... the Holmes kid.'
'Oh! Oh, yeah, yeah.' She said. 'No, I don't know, why?'
'We could... send him a cake. That would be nice.' He said, looking at his wife taking out the muffin tins.
'Yeah, yeah, no. No.' She turned to Joseph. 'We're running low on budget, we can't just give stuff away.'
Joseph simply chuckled. He stood up and held the tins. 'Go open the front door. I'll take care of the kitchen.'
'Have you looked at my face? I can't receive people.'
'Just go.' He chuckled and kissed her cheek.
Vick left the kitchen, opened the front, door turning the 'OPEN' sign and sat behind the counter. She tapped her fingers on the surface as she waited for people to start arriving.
