The morning rolled by and it was lunch time already.
A very very hungry Emma is standing in front of the cafe, looking inside, drooling over the pizza kept in the glass case.
People usually have a fight between their heart and brain and Emma is having a fight between her stomach and the brain.
Her brain keeps reminding her of Mila's taunts and her stomach urges her to go in and grab the pizza.
Pizza, the love of her life!
Who is more important??
Mila or Pizza??
It definitely is Pizza, but then she couldn't erase Mila's taunts as well.
Her brain formed an image of Mila wearing nothing more than underwear and holding a pitchfork, an evil smirk on her face.
"Stop drooling over the pizza. If you are hungry, go inside and eat." Emma looked at the direction of the voice and saw one of the twins
"Heyy, you" she greeted without much enthusiasm earning a frown from the boy
