Christina burst into the room like a tornado made of sunshine and bad decisions, yanking the curtains open with dramatic flair.
“Dani! Get up! I found this like viral recipe for cheesy cornbread pancakes and we have to try it—like right now!”
Danielle groaned and flopped an arm over her eyes. “What the hell—” She cracked one eye open to glare at the alarm clock.
6:02 AM. On a Saturday.
“You ever heard of sleeping in?” she muttered, voice thick with sleep. “It’s this cool thing normal people do on weekends.”
Christina ignored her, already halfway back out the door, calling over her shoulder, “If I try to cook them alone I’m gonna burn the house down. You promised to help me not set the fire alarm off again!”
Danielle grabbed a pillow and threw it at the doorframe, too late.
“Coffee,”
