MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth stepped into the house, shaking off the cold air outside. She spotted Miguel sitting on the couch, his back straight as he watched the news playing on the TV. She paused for a moment, then smirked.
“Seriously, Miguel? Watching the news on television? Who does that anymore? You do know there’s this thing called the internet, right?”
Miguel, still focused on the screen, gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “I’ve always been old-fashioned, Liz. Why are you acting like this is breaking news?”
She laughed lightly, kicking off her shoes by the door. “Fair enough. You’re consistent, I’ll give you that. Stay old-fashioned, then.”
With that, she made her way upstairs, leaving Miguel to his news broadcast. A few minutes later, she returned to the living room, lookin
