Alexander Summers didn't feel awkward at all. He was at ease as he casually said, "Oh, I might have remembered incorrectly."
Misremembered...
Do you realize that your nonchalant excuse almost scared me to death?
Purple Summers lowered her head and continued eating, her tense fingers nearly breaking the spoon.
She wanted to have the water chestnut cake and try the savory crepe, but with Alexander's eyes following her every move, she felt self-conscious.
—What if he tricked her again?
Maybe she could ignore him and eat whatever she wanted.
…But what if…?
What if among these breakfast dishes there were items that the real Purple would never touch. How would she explain it?
Lying is easy, but constantly covering up those lies is hard. Purple didn't want to make trouble for herself.
She quietly continued eating her wonton noodles, avoiding all other foods.
