Our conversation, however, came to an abrupt halt at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.
"And who exactly is going to take her shopping? You?" The voice belonged to someone leaning against the doorframe, and the moment we both looked up, my breath caught. Of all people — it was Gina. She strolled in as though she owned the place, dragging a chair over and dropping into it across from us. Kyle's jaw tightened visibly. He didn't bother masking his irritation.
"What are you doing here?"
She pierced a chunk of her salad with her fork and answered flatly, "Eating breakfast. Obviously."
His eyes narrowed. "I was under the impression you'd joined the breakfast boycott committee."
Gina chewed slowly, unbothered. "That's on them. I never agreed to stop having breakfast with everyone." A quiet sm
