"Gloria, Gloria?" Mom called out. It broke Gloria from her thoughts as her eyes fixated on the fresh croissant the restaurant just served. She held it in her hand and stared at it for a while. A fresh smell of chocolate, perfectly baked dough. That's why she loved this place.
"Can you give me one more Croissant?" She said, looking at the waitress. The waitress smiled and put another one on her plate.
"It's Kva-sang.. Not Cro-I-sa-n." Noah corrected her immediately. She widened her eyes, this was the only thing he said the entire time. She thought he was playing a game on his PlayStation but looked like he was listening to everyone.
They all were having lunch in a restaurant below the hotel. The fancy foods of the restaurant were served before them, and Gloria was confused about what sh
