The rain that drizzled around us became a down pour in the matter of seconds. Mister Michaelis held the umbrella over our heads. "Would you like to go back to my apartment, Drew? I'll fix you dinner and you can spend the night, I have a feeling this downpour will last for a while." " No I couldn't. I wouldn't want to impose." He's been so kind to me already, I couldn't possibly impose, now could I?
"I insist, you seem to be someone who is wise beyond your years and I'd love to hear some of your stories if you're willing to share them." Mister Michaelis smiled.
" Dinner for stories? Seems alright."
With that he lead me down the street a few blocks, silently, holding the umbrella over us. We eventually stopped in front of one of the many brick buildings that lined the street. Mister Michaelis retrieved his keys from his coat pocket, and began searching for the correct one. Once he found the key he unlocked the door. Once inside, he folded the umbrella, and lead me up a flight of stairs. The stairs ended at a hallway with a single door at the end. Mister Michaelis found another key and unlocked the door. I removed the leather boots I had on and left them in the hallway. The man placed the folded umbrella into the corner lead me inside. He walked down a hall way entering a room at the end. I cautiously followed. He pulled open a few drawers, fumbling around with the contents inside. Mister Michaelis eventually produced a few articles of clothing which he handed to me. He opened a closet and found a pair of dress shoes which he also handed over to me.
"These should fit you. Make yourself at home. I'm sure you'd love to take a shower." I looked down I was covered in street's filth, I'm sure I smelt of death.
"Thank you." I smiled " A shower would be amazing." He lead me down the hallway again and pushed open another door.
"I'll start dinner so, take your time." He smiled and left closing the door. I ran the water letting it heat up while I pealed off the clothes I've been wearing for the past year. Stepping into the stream of water, the dirt that covered me head to toe ran off turning the bottom of the tub dark brown. I probably stood in there an hour scrubbing away the years of dirt. Once dried. I took a look at the clothes I was given, blue shorts that went to my knees a dress shirt, black vest, blue ribbon, a jacket that matched the short, and black knee high socks. I pulled on the shorts and buttoned up the dress shirt. I looked in the mirror. My blue black hair had become long and tangled over the years. I brushed it through until every knot was gone. I saw a pair of scissors on the sink's rim and decided to chop it all off. Using the ribbon I tied it back into a ponytail, and sliced it off. The clump of hair fell to the tiled floor. I picked it up and threw it into the trash. I finished dressing and left the room. The air smelt heavenly , my new shoes clicked on the hardwood floor as I followed the sent, clutching the ribbon because I had no idea what it was for. Mister Michaelis stood before the stove stirring the contents of a pot. He looked up when I entered.
"Ah! Drew just in time. Your dinner is almost ready."
"Thank you for all this. But I have one question."
"And that would be?" He asked stirring the contents of another pot.
"What's this ribbon for?" He laughed, I gave him a confused look and he retrieved the ribbon from my hand.
"It's a tie of sorts. Allow me." Mister Michaelis lifted the collar of my shirt and tied the ribbon around my neck, into bow in the front. Once finished he backed away a few feet and looked me up and down.
"The spitting image of Young Master isn't he." He muttered to himself.