The food court was a welcome sight, even if it was filled with the usual hustle and bustle of shoppers. The scent of greasy fries and soft pretzels lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of conversations and the sound of trays clattering against tables.
Seth was carrying more bags than anyone should be able to handle, the weight of them pulling his shoulders down as he trudged alongside them. Danielle was barely keeping up, her arms aching from holding the few bags she’d managed to carry and her stomach grumbling in protest. It had been hours of nonstop shopping, bouncing from store to store, and every part of her body was begging for a break. But Christina was practically skipping as she scanned the food court for the best place to sit.
"Okay, we’re going to grab some food, th
