Meanwhile.
At the Taylor Residence.
Amelia Johnson parked the car and, as soon as she stepped through the door, tossed both crepes into the arms of Emily Carter, who was playing video games in the living room.
“Eat while it’s hot, dude,” she said.
Emily caught the food with one hand and handed over the controller with the other.
Smooth switch, like a pro.
Amelia took over the game, asking casually, “Tasty?”
Emily took a bite and frowned a bit. “Meh, not as amazing as the internet made it out to be,” she said, offering the second one to Amelia. “You try.”
Eyes glued to the big screen, Amelia shook her head without looking, “You wanted it, so finish it. Don’t waste food.”
Emily had no choice but to bite down again, grumbling, “This is what you get with celebrity
