"Oh, so this is all my fault!" I exclaimed, which seemed to make my father think twice. However, we both turned our attention to the door when someone knocked.
My father sighed in frustration and shouted, "Come in!"
The door opened, and Zoe peeked in with a broad smile on her face. "Good morning," she greeted us happily as she pushed the door wider. I was not only glad she arrived at the perfect time to stop my father from arguing with me, but I was also grateful to her because I noticed two bags in her hands.
"Look what I have for both of you," she said, walking in, kissing me on the lips before stepping over to my father to kiss his cheek.
"I brought breakfast for both of you, so anything you were discussing so loudly can wait for the next hour," she said cheerfully as she began to
