Brandon's POV
"Hey where's Sierra?" Cassandra inquired when she arrived at the living room to have breakfast and seated down.
"Who cook all of these?" She asked again.
"Me!" Sierra's bubbly voice filled the room, "You came right on time, Cassy. I just finish cooking!"
"Really? Great, I'm starving."
Sierra sat down, "Where's Trevor? He supposed to be here eating with us."
"Trevor left early, he'll come back later. So don't wait anymore," I answered.
Sierra begin putting sausage into my plate and I just watched her, but my gaze landed to Cassy. I can sense the uneasiness, causing her to averted her gaze immediately and pretend didn't see us.
"How's your night, Cassandra?" I questioned her to cut the awkwardness, especially since she's a little bit uncomfortable with us.
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