Ava
Cleo and I had spent the morning shopping. We had gone and brought clothes and makeup, along with a few hair accessories. The usual girly things.
We were just putting our shopping into the car when I asked, “Hey, are you feeling hungry? There is a McDonald’s not too far from here. We can go there if you want.”
“I could eat. How far is it from here?” she asked.
“About five minutes or so,” I replied. “I love McDonald’s food. It is sort of like my guilty pleasure. Whenever I am near a McDonald’s I always eat there,” I confessed, smiling as I thought of how many times in the past, I had gone to eat at a McDonald’s restaurant without anybody knowing.
We got into the car and drove to the McDonald’s and as soon as we arrived, we went inside and sat at a table while we decided what we w
