Patricia's POV
I walked downstairs into the kitchen to grab some of the cookies I saw Trudy making at dinner and I was sadly given an encounter with Mr. blond American himself. He turned around apparently surprised to see me, but his expression quickly turned into a sly smile.
"Oh, what is dear Yakker doing down here at this time of night?"
"None of your business slimeball." I said scanning the kitchen for the cookies, until I noticed the brown smudge at the corner of Eddie's mouth and saw him somewhat blocking the island behind him.
"Well, why are you here then? Is it something to do with that chocolate on your face?" I smirked as his expression formed into a somewhat worried look.
"Oh don't worry. I won't tell Trudy, so long as I get one too." I said as Eddie succumbed to my demand and stepped aside revealing the plate of cookies. I took one and bite into it and felt the chocolate chips melt in, and on, my mouth. I took another bite leaving my left with one small piece left.
The moment I bit into the cookie, I realized what had happened…..