𝑴𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝑰𝒕

the way the stranger holds himself is strange, just like the smile on his features that doesn’t reach his eyes. his out of date style adds to the bizarre feeling surrounding him. there is something wrong, but what ? “ good afternoon ! what a beautiful day in —

a quick glance towards maxine, that same unsettling smile on his lips, his actions undisturbed by her presence. “ if i really wanted to kill someone, i wouldn’t poison food, i think you would know by now, maxine. ” closing the oven to face her, mr. what’s it —