When they finally arrived, Jennifer was out of the black Mercedes before Lucas was even parked properly. He hurried to lock the car before following her into the white two-story house.
Just as he stepped inside, he heard her yell "I'm not hungry" to his mother whom he found peeking out of the kitchen.
“She doesn't seem well,” the forty-something woman observed in a concerned tone, her wise gray eyes silently probing an answer out of him. “Something happened?”
“She's just going through a phase,” he explained with a tight smile, mentally adding on a sigh, hopefully.
“Ah, teenagers!” His mom clicked her tongue, seemingly accepting the reason, before returning to the kitchen where she had been adorning the cake she had baked during the afternoon. Although her son wasn't a big fan of sweet
