-Victoria-
The last set of muffins was ready to load the truck. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and carefully placed them in the box. I asked Daniel to help me carry them outside and walked out without waiting for his reaction.
„Damn, Vicks, are you sure you need that much of them? I mean. I understand it’s for a charity, but over one hundred muffins for a simple school’s bake sale?” He teased as he counted the boxes in the trunk.
„It’s better to have more and not sell than having too little and not making any money at all,” I replied smugly as I closed the trunk lid.
„I think these preverbs refer to something else, and your version slightly differs from the original.” Daniel dared, raising his eyebrow.
„So what? I make my own rules. And it fits the occasion, so it stays.” I crossed
