Chapter 57, Hidden Talents

Chapter 57, Hidden Talents

There she was, five days before the midterm exams, watching as a man she had considered a criminal acted like some sort of magical whizz in the kitchen, using all these knives and spoons and things to create cooking stuff she could barely comprehend. Before she could even notice that something had been dirtied, it was clean again, swept back into a cupboard as if hed never used it.

Erica, being the kind of cook that burns milk and cereal, was left in a silent stupor the entire time until he placed a plate of it in front of her.

With just a whiff and a taste, a surreal realization set in.

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Kreig here must be some sort of cook/artist genius who dropped out of high school to focus on his art or something, but then when the social checks stopped rolling in and he realized he needed a high school diploma to become a world-famous artist, he decided to get a tutor or something. Maybe. Really, she was just making it up on the fly, hoping itd suit the situation. If this was the case, which it actually wasnt, she actually felt a little enraptured, what with being allowed into the private abode of such a person.

Ah, then again, the whole art thing was still up in the air, but Either way, he was one heck of a fine cook. She ate gladly, though somewhat protective, shooting little glances at Kreig himself.

After all, what if he poisoned it? She hadnt seen him doing any monkey business, but she was still generally suspicious of him.

In and out. Teach him, get out. Simple.

At the table, she didnt speak a word. Neither did Kreig for that matter, but it still felt just a little awkward. Before she could so much as offer to clean the plates (no student of hers had ever made her lunch, she wasnt used to this), Kreig had stood up, cleaned the plates in a matter of seconds, and made to wander back to his room. No room for questions or suggestions. He was a strangely assertive man, that was for sure. In a silent kind of way.

Unlike any of her former students. She followed him.

The rest of their session together was Simple in format, really. They checked through all the books again, made sure he really (really) knew next to nothing about anything, and then got to reviewing what he did know.

Youre good at cooking and art, what else would you consider your strong points considering everything weve discussed so far?

Cooking would mostly qualify him for home economics, though it wasnt a subject he was taking in his final grade. Art was, but she had no doubts about his grade there. That left her with everything else. About a dozen subjects, five of whose textbooks she had brought today, and among those, she was sure Kreig must be knowledgeable in some subject. You couldnt get as old as he was without learning something. Anything.

-Secretly a former master artist and chef on the run from the authorities after having toured the entire world, finally finding himself in America, trying to make do by getting a degree through the help of a tutor.

Right. That had to be it! Thatd explain his quiet confidence and everything else, too! Oh, how clever she was, uncovering this entire ruse through a mere half-a-day there! Surely, if she were to continue tutoring, obviously not because she actually wanted to, merely for the sake of curiosity, she could uncover the entire mystery behind it. Every aspect of who Kreig Wiedemann was, should his very name not be an alias.

Lost in her wild fantasy, she forgot to even ask Kreig if he actually could speak three languages. It was the truth of the matter, but for Kreig, watching his tutor spiral into a hunched ball of cackles was Mildly concerning.

-Okay! Any other hidden talents I should know about? she said in such a drawled-out voice that Kreig was at a loss for words.

None. He said it as starkly as he could, all to make sure she wouldnt poke at him any more. The idea of having to explain to her that he was especially proficient in out-of-combat physical interrogation didnt quite appeal to him. She seemed to slump a bit at the refusal, but once both she and Kreig got back to the work at hand, they did pretty well.

Sure, no actual work was done, it was just their first day, but his tutor introduced him to how theyd work together, what theyd do and when he should ask for help. The basics of tutoring. Kreig listened intently, trying to really understand it. He didnt do too well, but since he knew his tutor was a nice woman, he also knew that she probably wouldnt mind if he asked her to reiterate at a later date. All things considered, she seemed like a much better tutor than his former one.

Though That could all change, as many things did. Just meeting her changed nothing, and he still planned on dropping the whole situation sometime next week.

...Hed see about it.

The clock hit 14:50, and that was a time his tutor considered proper. She stood up, left the textbooks on the table, said shed bring more tomorrow, and walked to the door, accompanied by a silent, thoughtful Kreig. Once they were at the door, once it was open and she stepped out, only then did he speak, after long consideration.

Tell me, tutor She turned to him, eyes full of cautious wonder. -Have you any name for me to call you by?

Her brows shot down, a frown marring her face, before her face suddenly did a complete 180, eyes and brows flashing up in shock. Oh-! Oh, uh, yeah! Of course I do! she smiled, its Erica. My name is Erica Hildebrand, glad to be your tutor! Call me Erica though, a few of my other students feel like its disrespectful, but tutoring and teaching are different things. Ill see you tomorrow, Kreig.

He nodded. Well met, Erica.

And that was that.