(April’s POV)
The next morning, we got up and went down to breakfast. Alex was getting me food, he insisted. I didn’t protest because I was after something more than the buffet had to offer, so while he thought I was getting us a table, I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed myself a bottle of chocolate syrup. On my way by, I saw Chelsea getting out some things for lunch. We were having hoagies for lunch, or as most people call them, Subs.
I waited till Chelsea’s back was turned and scarfed myself a jar of gherkins. Then I stealthily left the kitchen with my gherkins under my shirt and my coffee in one hand while I triumphantly held my chocolate syrup in my other hand. I even made it to the table before Alex.
When he sat down and handed me my plate of waffles and another with my breakfa
