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The next morning at around ten, a chef I'd asked for and I gathered in the kitchen to teach me to cook. I knew how to cook and I actually did a good job at cooking but I wanted to learn something new. Something I could make use of in the café after I leave this place. So I had asked Samara to get a hold of one of the chefs. I had decided to do this every alternate day and hoped I would be able to stick to cooking every alternate day. "So, what do you want to cook, Ms. Jenson?" The chef asked, smiling politely at me. "How about I get your name first?" I suggested, knowing only now that I didn't even know his name. "I'm Keith Richards," he said, extending his hand towards me. "Nice to meet you. I'm Juliet Jenson," I said, taking his hand in a firm handshake. He looked a few years older than me, probably in mid twenties. He had light brown eyes and a dark complexion. He had black hair which ended just above his eyes. He also had