I placed my thumb on the door and the lock opened right up. Swinging the door open, I sighed and stepped inside.
Standing right at the door with hair as red as mine was a woman so beautiful she could be hired as a model on the streets. She puffed her cheeks.
"It's late."
"Sorry, I bought cake though, so it's all good?"
I handed the box to my mom and closed the door. She was once the world's greatest villain, a person so infamous that even the best of the hunters would tremble in their feet at the very mention of her name.
But now.
She was cutely pouting at me.
I ignored my mom and stepped further inside the house, it was tiring to hang out with Em at times. Behind me, Mom was pushing the box open.
"They are pastries."
"Right, that."
"And… there's four."
I stopped in my tracks.
Fuck.
Again.
I raised my hand and shook my head. "T-that extra one, is for the fridge."
"Oh?" Mom hummed. "For the fridge?"
"Yeah, it gets real hangry when I go for a midnight snack."
