Alexis
I walked into the apartment, three grocery bags in hand. They were literally covering my eyes. And there was no way in hell I was cooking tonight. If Erica didn’t cook, then we were going to starve.
“Erica!” I yelled as I made my way to the kitchen counter and placed the grocery bags on it.
“Erica!” I called her name again.
“I’m in here!” she yelled.
And I found her in her room.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to a weird-ass box that sat on her bed.
She was about to answer, but I lifted my hands up to stop her. “Wait,” I said as I quickly ran back to the kitchen, opened one of the grocery bags, and removed a pack of baby carrots I had bought.
I ran back to the room. “You can continue,” I said.
“Are you kidding me?” Erica folded her hands over her chest. “You stopped me fro
