In the next moment, Summer came down the stairs, now fully dressed in her school uniform and looking much more awake.
Her hair was neatly tied back, and she had her phone in hand, tapping away at the screen with quickness. She barely glanced up as she entered the kitchen, heading straight for the fruit basket on the counter. With a quick grab, she picked out one of the apples, her focus still primarily on whatever she was doing on her phone.
"I might be home late," she said absentmindedly, bringing the apple to her lips for a bite. "Don't wait up."
Samantha, who had just finished the final preparations for breakfast, paused and looked at Summer with a furrowed brow. "Why can't you just sit down and have breakfast with us?" she asked, her tone holding mild frustration.
