[Samara]
“Ok, maybe I can just ask him to give it back,” I said with a shrug.
“I highly doubt he would just give it back,” Evan admitted, and suddenly the smell of waffles filled the air, and I breathed it in deeply.
“Hmm, that smells so good,” I commented as I watched Grace take out the first waffle. I must have missed her making the batter, but there was no mistaking that delicious smell.
“Samara, focus,” Evan urged, and I snapped my attention back to him.
“Right…yes…why did he take it in the first place?” I asked, and I didn’t miss the look Grace and Evan shared. “What? What is it? What aren’t you telling me?”
“It’s a bit of a long story,” Grace spoke up and I frowned.
“I don’t have anywhere to be,” I quickly reminded them. Another look was shared and then Evan slipped off the ba
