Jill
“Hey guys, so are you making a homemade or are you making box for your brownies?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen of the sorority house.
“Honestly, I have so little time, box is best for me.” Tiffany spoke up.
There were four girls in the kitchen, three of which agreed with Tiffany. Only one had a look on her face.
“Men like homemade food. A way to a man's heart is through his stomach.” Maria said.
“Yeah, well most men can’t tell the box from homemade. My box brownies never got complaints and I get lots of love. As long as it is fresh and out the oven, me. Will eat it.” Tiffany told her.
I had to high five Tiffany for that one. She got Maria good.
“We see whose brownies people talk about.” huffed Maria.
I rolled my eyes at her. This isn’t a competition. It’s about raisi
