Giving her a small bow he watched her leave for her classes and let out a long sigh when she did leaning against the fridge. Why is this so hard?! Why can’t he separate his personal life from his professional life? It shouldn’t be that difficult, she was supposed to be his mistress after all. His job was to serve her, make her life easier and treat her with respect but the idea of being her ‘friend’ has be implanted into his brain and being able to separate something like that from his day to day routine is turning out to be more emotionally difficult on him than he suspected. 
	
Letting out a long sigh he ran his hand through his midnight blue hair and banged the back of his head against the fridge twice. “Pull yourself together James.” At that he took a deep breathe, straightened his gloves and cleaned up the house. Once it was spotless, her jars of lollipops refilled and bedroom straightened to perfection he left her apartment and went into his. After a few minutes he emerged from his apartment dressed in normal clothes and preceded to his classes. 

His classes flew by quickly and he took instance notes, asked questions and blew through the classes he had signed up for. Though a good amount of the individuals in the class were female but he paid no mind, he was here to learn and improve himself as a chief. History of Cooking, Baking 132 and Authentic Ingredients and Cuisine 210 were his classes and he finished up his first two before she was done with hers.

James, being the professional that he was dressed in his butler outfit, gloves and all and in her apartment making her lunch.