Authors Notes: Hi this is my first attempt at a fanfiction so I apologies if it turns out complete rubbish. All reviews are welcome and I will do my best to use ideas presented to me on how to make the story better and any techniques to help it flow better. So here goes nothing . . . I hope you enjoy it.
The Greatest Puzzle of All
Chapter One - An awkward encounter
Heading out to the university has been a bad choice. Emmy's clothes were soaked in a matter of minutes and the rain relentlessly hammered down. She knew the professor would be there and as his assistant she felt it was her duty to join him, even if it meant getting a soaking. By the time she reached the university the chill of the rain began to reach her bones making her shiver uncontrollably. Trust her yellow scooter to break down right when she really needed it. Emmy continued to Gressenheller as the rain began to fall even heavier.
The heavy oak doors of the Uni were unlocked but upon entering the building she found it deserted. Her annoyance at this flickered across her face. Nobody was here? What was she supposed to do now; she didn't want to go back out into the continuous down pour out side. As Emmy's teeth began to chatter she made the swift decision to just hang about here. The deserted halls were abnormally quiet, but in the silence she found she took in the beauty of the architecture. She noticed the carved stone with its elegant patterns. As she wondered the empty corridors admiring the new wonders she had failed to notice before she found that she had automatically headed in the direction of Professor Layton's office.
She stood gazing at the door for a few moments before deciding to enter. It was empty. He wasn't in today, but what was she expecting with the raging storm outside? She decided to put the kettle which Layton kept in his office on and make some tea. Emmy threw herself down on the sofa listening to the clattering of the rain on the window panes. The kettle begun to whistle snapping her out of the trance like state the sound of rain hitting glass had put her in. Sighing she got up and took a single cup from the cupboard and poured hot water into it. Next she placed a tea bag into the water and walked back over to the small but surprisingly comfy sofa Layton had put in his office. The tea warmed her only marginally and she still shivered from her damp clothes clinging to her soft pale skin. After a while of contemplating what to do she found the cold, which seemed to seep into her very core, too much as began to look for spare clothes in one of the large cupboards built into the wall. She found a small towel and a box labels shirts.
Her luck was beginning to turn she thought to herself clenching her jaw tight to prevent her pearly white teeth clattering together. She peeled her soggy yellow coat off which caused her white shirt to peel away from her back and fall back sending shivers running down her back. Erugh, she hated being cold and wet and the fact she was the only one here made her feel miserable. She opened the box labelled clothes to find about three bright orange shirts and a spare pair of trousers. Did the professor really keep a spare change of clothing in his cupboard at work? She picked up one of the shirts and decided it was better than being cold and wet. Her coat was flung over the desk chair and she began to undo her pink bowtie. Her cold fingers fumbled making the process take more time that it needed. Soon her bowtie white shirt and cream trousers joined her coat and he began to dry of her skin feeling goose bumps raise along her arms and exposed back.
Emmy turned wiping the small towel across her face when the door opened. The professor didn't know where to look or whether he should just walk out. His face turned a bright red at the sight which greeted him. There before his very eyes was Emmy, wearing nothing but her underwear. It was a split second before Emmy turned away in embarrassment but it felt like an eternity. Layton averted his gaze and turns so he was facing away from her.
"I'm sorry Miss Altava, I didn't know you were here . . . I'll just go . . . Sorry" he blurted out before hastily fleeing his office. Emmy couldn't think of any response and just stood there with her eyes shut tightly willing this moment to be over. Only when she heard the door close after the professor did she dare open her eyes and turn around.