CHAPTER 5: Classes Begin

Sherlock drove over to the college parking lot. Birds still chirped and the weather was nice. He was looking forward to his first night of school. He was on his way to be becoming a pastry chef.

The school was a tan brick building that was two stories tall. It had large windows on both levels and glass doors. Day and night classes were available to take, and Sherlock chose the night class so that he could workday-shift at the bakery. He had to pay for his schooling somehow.

As he drew near the college, he saw her again. When she saw him, he smiled, and she smiled back at him He began to purr.

“Well hello Sherlock!” she said happily. “Are you taking night classes too?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “I'm taking the Introduction to Baking Techniques I class tonight.”

She smiled at him. “I'm taking Pattern Making Basics tonight. I want to be a fashion designer.”

They both smiled and joined the other in their short walk toward the school. The parking lot was full of cars that belonged to other students and Sherlock could see some students getting off the bus nearby.

“I hope you didn't get into too much trouble for being late?” she asked, and he shook his head no. “I'd very much like to make it up to you. Do you have classes tomorrow night?”

They stopped in front of the school entrance and he shook his head no. “Would you like to meet me for coffee around 7pm perhaps? We could meet at The Foxtrot Diner.”

The Foxtrot Diner was open early for many that had breakfast there before work and open late for the college students who often hung out there. Sherlock and his friends often went there in the evenings and he had been there with his family a few times during the day.

The building was an old-style drive-in restaurant. The inside had old photos of Furthington Hills. There was a counter and booths to sit at also two corner booths could hold six people in each. Much of the furnishings were made of red plastic and chrome.

Sherlock agreed and they parted ways. He walked to his class thinking of how great the next day would be. Class began and he listened while the professor discussed baking ingredients and the techniques of using them.

They learned how to properly combine butter with brown sugar. Sherlock mixed away thinking about tomorrow night. He smiled, kneading his one paw along the mixing bowl.

“Breee ooooh!” he suddenly shouted.

Everyone turned to him and he blushed as he shrunk down in his seat.