Jasmine’s POV - Tuesday afternoon
We’re all in the kitchen. It’s 6:00 p.m., and of course—shocker—there’s no damn food.
Jordan is on Kieran’s lap like her life depends on it, straight-up devouring his face. Harmony strolls in, eyes glued to her phone, thumbs flying. Anne walks in behind her, already mid-convo, talking loud as hell on her Bluetooth.
I glance around like, "Is anyone gonna feed us or…?
Harmony doesn’t even glance up, just snaps her fingers like she’s Queen of the Kitchen. Boom—burgers, fries, milkshakes, tacos, and pizza materialize like a food truck exploded on our countertop. Girl doesn’t miss a beat. She’s still texting and giggling, probably with that freaky-ass too old professor of ours.
We all sit down. Ann’s still yapping at goddess knows who. Harmony’s still tap
