The canteen was bustling with all manner employees when I sat down at my usual table. After filing my report about yesterday's incident, I set off straight for food.

Agents, Block management, trainees, medics, and archivists gathered in this large hall for their lunch that served from 11:30 till 2.

Because I bought pack lunch, I didn't need to wait in the ever extending line at the serving window and instead sat straight down.

The canteen has always been the most comforting room in the whole Block. Most would think that the mammoth room crammed with people like sardines in a tin with vaulted ceilings and somewhat creepy stained class images on the main window would be intimidating but on the contrary.

Despite the old interior, the canteen was always filled with chatter and laughter, expressing how the hall has been dragged from the past to keep living the present.

Rumours spread that this was once a rulers throne room, but that made no sense as it was directly next to the kitchen. The truth was that this building we now call the Block was once used as a council house and church for the people over a hundred years ago where many homeless sought refuge.

It didn't originally have a kitchen, but one was installed when the great hall was used to aid soldiers in a battle for territory 80 years ago. The reason why the canteen seemed to be able to feed an army was because it was used to feed an army. Supposedly, it was the efforts of the local people helping to win the fight is what led to the south winning.

To repay the people, those in charge of the Southern Efforts gave a lot of money as rewards, which eventually led to the fast advancements in building infrastructure. Bedrocks population boomed after that, resulting in this once tiny town becoming a prosperous city.

All the buildings and roads were still old and mostly stone, but they sure built a lot in 50 years.

Gazing out the window beside me, I let my mind wonder through a mirage of thoughts. One in particular stood out to me. The girl with the emerald eyes. I will stand before the Director and other higher ups after lunch to discuss the matter of the Kitten Pub and how we shall progress. After telling them all the incite I have, I will be officially barred from any further involvement in the case, and I don't know why that didn't sit well with me.

I wanted to get even with that chick, and I danm sure wasn't going to sit in the sidelines while other sort things out. I wanted to be involved. Yes my interference has cause this cause ot go from 'eh let's have a look at this' to 'holy shit what the hell happened' in a night but that just shows how impactfull I am.

"Hah," I heard someone speak to my right, bringing me out of my daydream. I assumed it was Milo laughing at me again, but the tone of voice indicated a different kind of mockery.

Turning to see the person behind the noise, I came face to face... with Brad.

"Aw," he cooed in my direction. "Did mummy make you a packed lunch?"

His goones laughed behind him as if eating someone else's cooking was childish, even though they were in a canteen themselves.

"Why?" I say to them.

"Oh," Brad started, "It's just another reason why you're so pathetic."

A sinister grin spread along his face, contorting it in an unatural matter.

"You know," He began again. "If you -"

"Knight!" Milo bounded onto the seat in front of me, his eyes gleaming."Did your mum make you pack lunch?"

"Yeah," I glare.

He instantly tried ripping the container with my food away, but I was faster and pulled it into my lap.

"Come on, bro, gimme," Milo pouted, beginning to beg.

"Why don't you join the line for lunch lime a civilised person?" I ask him.

"Cause you weren't there." He states as if it made an excuse for food theft. "So I walked over to you, and you have food, so gimme some."

"No, it's mine."

"Please?" Devestating puppy eyes are aimed at me daring me to refuse again.

I sigh, "One spoon"

You'd think he won the lottery with the way his face beemed with a true smile, and it seemed an angel had appeared above him.

"Thank you!"

I passed the container over to Milo after opening the lid and passed him the spoon.

"Oh yeah, what were you going to say?" Slightly surprised that we still had company.

Brad and his goones sneered at us, staring down their noses. "The fact your parents still make lunch for you," Brad leans in. "Shows how incompetent you truly are Knight."

"It could just mean that my parents actually like me," I retort.

"Or that his mums cooking is just that good and deserves to be eaten at all possible moments," Milo chimes in whilst stuffing his face with more of my pork and rice.

"Oi, I said one spoon." Wrestling my lunch out of his iron grasp.

"Fine," Milo pouted, standing up. "I'll join the commoners." and made his way to the back of the line.

Why is Brad still standing here?

"You know it's creepy to stand and stare at someone, right? If you wanted my details, you could have just asked."

Blush crept over Brad's features at the notion he wanted to date me. You could see the few rusted cogs in his brain, trying to figure out how to respond without making his situation worse.

In the end, he muttered 'shut up' and walked away with his tail tucked between his legs.

Digging into my lunch, I savoured the flavours of my mother's cooking. Her food really did deserve to be eaten at every available moment.

My thoughts drifted back to the emerald eyed woman and how I I was dreading the conference in an hour. I will ahev to explain, in detail, everything that happened last night, which obviously won't pain me in the smartest light.

Worst of all, my dad will be present as he is a higher up, so I'm really hoping he will remain professional and not scold me mid meeting.

Thud!

Jumping at the sudden noise, I glared at Milo as he plopped his tray of food onto the table. Digging in himself, I decided dread can wait till its scheduled time, and we sat in silence, stuffing our faces with mountains of food.

Authors note - A bit of a filler episode this week, but I hope you all enjoy it! Be sure to vote and comment!