Cassandra
"Hello! Earth to, Cassandra," Tarra teases, waving her hand in front of my face.
"What?"
Tarra chuckles, shaking her head as her hand that's holding wrapped fish lifts into my line of vision. "I asked whether or not you want salmon or chicken. So, which one?"
"Oh, sorry, Tarra." I look at the salmon in her hand and the chicken in the store's freezer. "Let's do salmon."
Tarra nods and places the salmon in the cart before we begin walking down another aisle. Grocery shopping was never my strong suit. Being short isn't fun when what you need is on the top shelf. I would much rather do the cooking and Tarra do the shopping but, there's no arguing with my sister.
"Is that who I think it is?" Tarra asks quietly.
I follow her eyes down the aisle and spot Miles holding a cantaloup
