Lorraine looked up from the couch when the doorbell rang. She raised an eyebrow. “Who could that be?”
Alina smiled a little as she stood. “Probably the food Jesse mentioned.”
“Oh,” Lorraine said, sitting up.
Alina opened the door and saw a delivery guy holding two big bags that smelled amazing. The spicy scent drifted into the apartment, wrapping around her warmly.
“Delivery for… Miss Pascale?” he asked.
“That’s us,” Alina said with a small smile, taking the bags. The guy handed her a tablet to sign, and she scribbled her signature with one hand.
“Enjoy,” he said before walking off.
Alina shut the door and turned to see Lorraine reaching out like a kid begging for candy.
“Give me,” she said dramatically. “I’m emotionally starved, mentally tired, and my soul needs fried food
