Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 591

“He researches whatever is most difficult?” Juniper chewed on a snack, intrigued. This old professor sounded interesting.

"Oh, and he has a peculiar hobby," Hattie continued, sharing the intel she'd gathered. "He loves snacks. His lab is filled with them, second only to equipment and research papers."

Snacks? At that word, Juniper's previously mild interest sharpened, her eyes widening.

“He’s the one,” she declared, clicking the selection button without even bothering to read the rest of the professor’s profile.

Hattie was dumbfounded. “Juniper, is there anything you wouldn’t do for snacks?!”

...

That afternoon, Juniper arrived promptly at the old professor's computer research lab. She knocked politely.

"Come in," a deep, aged voice called from within.

Juniper pushed the door open and scanned the room, which was crammed with towering stacks of papers and various pieces of lab equipment. Amidst the chaos, she spotted a pile of colorful candies and an assortment of snacks on a desk.

She paused. The candy brands were the exact same ones she loved.

"Professor?" she called out, seeing no one.

"Over here!"

Juniper winced at the memory. She'd almost replied: “Don't bring flowers, bring snacks. And go easy on the chili.”

"You…" The old man's voice trailed off as he got a clear look at her face. He pushed his glasses up his nose and leaned closer. "You look awfully familiar."

Just like his young master. Although his master always wore a mask and he'd never seen her full face, those identical eyes were unmistakable.

But that was impossible. His master had died two years ago, a tragic loss of talent. This girl had just graduated high school. It couldn't be her. He was just imagining things.

"Do I?" Juniper asked, rubbing her nose guiltily. She forced a polite, if slightly awkward, smile. "I just have one of those common faces."

A common face? The old man frowned. There was nothing common about her face. Maybe it was just the eyes.