AMELIA
We arrive home past 2 pm; my legs are desperate to walk me into the house so they can give up. As soon as Cameron unlocks the door, I collapse face-flat in the cold-tiled foyer, letting the coolness sink in.
"Good to know you're not a hygiene creep," he snorts.
Rolling instantly, I dart my eyes at him, "Says who?"
"Do you realize everyone walks past the foyer with their shoes, and only God knows the adventures the shoes went through?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm too tired to be grossed out. I literally sat in the parking lot of the airport and screamed at innocent bystanders. Carl, my cousin, was so embarrassed by me."
He laughs, "That's a good spirit, though," and leans over, offering a luring high five. I can't refuse; I reach out, and we clap our hands.
"You hungry?
