Tatie's POV
Tatie pushed the door open with her hip, two brown grocery bags nestled in her arms, the strap of her canvas tote slipping from her shoulder.
“I swear these bags are heavier every time,” she muttered as she stepped inside the dorm room.
Angela looked up from her spot on the floor, legs crossed, a steaming cup of ramen in her hands and an expression that immediately turned unimpressed.
“You brought groceries,” she deadpanned, lifting her chopsticks, “after I just finished my dinner?”
Tatie smirked, setting the bags on their small dinner table with a dramatic sigh. “That’s what you get for not waiting for me. Could’ve had something real.”
Angela groaned exaggeratedly. “Tatie, I was starving. You've been gone for almost an hour. I didn’t think you were preparing a feast for
