"Well, didn't I tell you that Mr. Taylor isn't a bad man? You're just imagining things. Come on in and have a seat." Michelle Yeller welcomed their neighbor into their house, and she quickly cleaned the table.
As Finn Taylor placed the tray down, Josie Meyer circled him as though he were a criminal. Eventually, she asked, "Is it really a coincidence that you moved in on the same day as us and even live next door to us?"
"Otherwise?"
"Where are you from? Don't tell me that you knew us from before and followed us here."
"Hehe, do you really think you're so beautiful that the world revolves around you? How lame. Besides, I didn't prepare any lasagna for you."
'I can't even have a bite of the lasagna? Fine.' Josie Meyer was enraged by his words. "Who cares for your lasagna? I'm not eating any."
At that moment, her friend returned to the table with three sets of utensils.
