"Your pride is, as always, highly entertaining, Mina!" I have to smile about the two. Shaking my head, I get into the car and put the bags on the ground in front of me.
He skilfully merges into traffic and gets into the left lane so that he can turn off at the next opportunity. First we drive a bit out of the city and pass some small dreamy villages.
"I'm going to bake chiabatta bread and mini pretzel rolls!" My eyes sparkle with joy.
"Sounds delicious," says Connor while his fingers slide over the rear-view mirror. Mina snorts derisively and he pretends not to have heard. I look back and forth between the two in amazement.
"Would you like to taste it?" I ask him tonelessly, knowing how stupid that sounds.
"Well, if that isn't a sign?" Mina promptly comments. Connor rolls down the
