The breakfast which Jessica had made was absolutely delicious, there was no denying it. Still, Heather didn’t feel comfortable eating a stranger’s home-made meal.
She voiced out her concerns differently, “I wish you would have just let us go out for breakfast.”
“A – You don’t know the city, as of yet. B – I don’t freaking trust you. How many times must I say that? C – You would really upset Jessica by not eating the breakfast she has prepared for you?” Her mate responded in a flat albeit serious tone.
Heather’s fists clenched on the table, and just as she was about to fire back a response, her phone went off.
She looked at the caller ID. It was Emily, a classmate of hers –a human one.
“Hey Emily,” was her greeting.
“Hey, girl,” her friend greeted back, “How have you been? Are
