We got in the car, where she had trouble starting the old engine.
“Let’ go grab some pizza first, and then go to the supermarket to buy groceries for Jovan’s party.”
“Okay.”
She took me to a pizzeria near the town center, bought me lunch, again refusing to let me pay for anything.
After that, we went to a supermarket not far from her apartment, where we stayed for forty minutes before leaving with both hands full of overflowing bags.
“This is nothing,” she said breathlessly while we were walking to the car. “I have even more at home. I’ll make him a very lavish party.”
“I’m sure you will. There’s a ton of food and sweets here. Even an elephant couldn’t eat all this,” I replied.
We dumped the bags on the back seat, got into the car and drove to her apartment.
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