Snippet #1702656

Oliver's snooze was dully interrupted by a meek voice that would have never woken anyone else up. But if you're someone like Oliver, no better than a street monger, than you nlearn to sleep light no matter what, in fact the method was quite involuntary. His emerald eyes fluttered open to the unwelcome noise of footsteps, she didn't dare shift for fear of making noise. He was quite drowsy now however, even too drowsy to curse himself for falling asleep. He hoped he hadn't over-slept and missed anything, was it morning by now? The cracks in the cabinet wood offered no sunlight, so the answer was that is was still night, which meant he couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour at the absolute most.

Now, as for who that voice belonged to, it was an obvious answer that it belonged to Faith, the other maid he worked with in the mansion. She was a curious girl, very quiet and hadn't much to say at all, also very petite and cute. Oliver was always trying to make small talk or crack jokes to get a smile, it didn't work all that often, but it also didn't seem like his comments were unwelcome. The most that he knew about her was that she didn't like men at all, became very nervous around the male guests, so Oliver stepped in whenever he could, poor thing was as gentle as a rabbit probably. But as much as he was accustomed to Faith and accustomed to acting sweeter than he really was, he couldn't stop himself from thinking, 'No one is here you little twat, go the hell away!.' very loudly to himself. Her presence was very unwelcome at the moment, and he was getting more agitated the longer she roamed the kitchen.

He slowly moved his arm to grab a hold of the cabinet handle, as if holding it shut would render him more invisible than he already was.