"Dude, we'll just go buy some chips. This little glutton here is having cravings again." Fama told me as he helped Bridget in getting up from Rich's carpeted living room floor. We're here for some group project that we need to finish. This will be one of the final requirements for one of our subjects.
"Sure! How about Rich, Marcela, and Bowen? Are they not done yet?"
Rich and Marcela went to prepare some grilled food by the gazebo outside the house and Bowen volunteered to help them.
"I looked and it seems like they're about to finish. We'll be back before they're done." Bridget butted in.
"Cool! I'll just check this then and go out after." I said while pointing to the project. They both nodded and sashayed out of the room.
I turned my attention back to what I'm doing as my mind
