But I do occasionally miss the double cheeseburgers here.
Just thinking about it makes me smile slightly.
Arlo is completely gone for my friend even if he tries to hide it.
Though honestly, anyone with eyes can see it.
I place my order without much thought because breakfast is probably my favourite thing about this place.
I honestly don’t think I could ever get tired of the açai bowls here.
My attention turns to the door when Adelaide walks into the dining hall.
Her leather jacket sits perfectly on her, dark curls frame her face, and I can already see the usual mischief in her green eyes.
“Morning, ladies,” she says as she drops into the chair beside me.
I smile at her, and she immediately leans closer, throwing an arm around me in a quick side hug.
“How have you been, my love?” she whispers near my ear.
“Fine.”
It’s the only answer I give her, though I do manage a small smile.
Adelaide leans back slightly so she can properly look at me.
“Liar,” she murmurs before lightly tapping the tip of my nose.
I roll my eyes while a satisfied grin plays at her lips and she starts scrolling through the menu.
“So,” Adelaide says brightly, trying to look annoyed as she turns towards Ophelia and failing miserably, “what vegan masterpiece are we being tortured with today?”
Ophelia shakes her head, a smile touches her mouth while her cheeks turn slightly pink.
“I do believe you and my sister are the ones struggling most with the new menu.”
“You’re not wrong,” Adelaide replies, glancing up. “But let’s not put me and your sister in the same category. It feels… offensive.”
“Yeah… someone clearly needs to be put back in her place as per usual,” Octavia’s dry voice echoes from behind us.
“Well,” Adelaide says slowly, turning towards her, “that sounded almost threatening.”
Octavia narrows her eyes and I instantly feel this might escalate.
“Octavia,” Ophelia hisses quietly.
Octavia just shakes her head before smirking at Adelaide.
“I’m simply stating a fact.”
She pulls out a chair and drops into it before rubbing both hands over her face.
“I need at least five more hours of sleep to function properly,” she mutters.
Adelaide glances up from her phone.
“Then go back to sleep. That way I won’t have to suffer looking at your face this early in the morning.”
