Ethan leaned against the fridge, arms crossed, watching Mia with mild amusement as she dramatically opened every cabinet and drawer like she had just entered Narnia.
“Do you ever get tired of acting like you’ve never seen expensive stuff before?” he asked, smirking.
Mia, currently holding a jar of golden-wrapped chocolates, turned to him with an exaggerated gasp. “Excuse me, Mr. Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon, but some of us didn’t grow up with a private chef and a yacht.”
Ethan shrugged. “Fair. But you do realize I’ve been to places way fancier than this, right?”
Mia rolled her eyes. “And yet, here you are, raiding the fridge like the rest of us peasants.”
Ethan grinned. “Hey, I never said I wouldn’t take advantage.”
She narrowed her eyes. “So you do have a rich people food stash at home?
