"Goddamn it's so hot out here!" Bard slumped again the brick wall of the manor.
Summer had came to London it was simply unforgivably hot even at night! It felt as if as the earth would soon catch on fire if it didn't cool down soon enough. Bard wiped the remaining sweat off his forehead with an old tore up rag. His short blond hair was dripping with moisture going down the back of his neck creating the nasty feeling.
"Why not go inside the manor?" Mey-Rin suggested.
Bard gaped at the maid sitting in green grass picking flowers petal and dropping them on the lawn. "It's hot in there too!" He yapped falling back the grass next her. The chef stared at the crystal blue sky not one cloud occupied it, 'Where's some rain when you need it?'
"He loves me, he loves me not," Bard heard Mey-Rin repeat as she tore off each petal of the flower. Bard had seen Mey-Rin do that process many a time when she would be alone sometimes every now and then with company. He didn't know what exactly she meant by he loves me he loves me not.
"Hey Mey-Rin?"
"Yes? What is it Bardroy?"
"Why is it you do that? You know tear off flower petals and repeat that question?" Bard watched as the maid's face flustered a tomato red.
"I-Its silly!" Mey-Rin looked at the grass.
"Oh come on! I promise you I won't tell."
Mey-Rin looked at Bard red eyes soft as she twiddle her thumbs, "Do you think Sebastian likes me in a romantic way?"
"Eh, I don't know the fellow doesn't seem to care about that sort thing. Though I noticed he has slightly liking to that Rowell butler."
"Yes." Mey-Rin nodded.
"I wouldn't think too hard on that though, you are a young woman I'm sure you'll find some guy who'll find you charming." Bard yawned.
Mey-Rin smiled looking at chef, "Maybe."
A/N- Hey guys! I hope you like this little one-shot I wrote, I always shipped Bard and Mey-Rin for some reason and I had this idea in mind so I figured what the hey!