ALASTAIR’S POV
I pulled open the fridge and sighed when I saw that there was barely any food left. Nathan was working on something up until a few seconds earlier but he had now apparently disappeared out of nowhere. Jackson said he is gonna come over but that was two hours ago and now I’m starving. I just grabbed a bottle of Gatorade and kicked the door close, walking out of the apartment with my sleeping robe hanging over my shoulders.
I pressed the doorbell to Mrs. Pratchett’s flat twice and when no one answered, I just twisted the knob and kicked it open, walking into the foyer as though I owned the place.
“Ah … hey,” Keiffer greeted from the door of the kitchen, the smell of his famous chicken casserole wafting in the air. “Have you had lunch already?”
“That’s exactly why I’m here.
