NBHT: Season 2
"I'm just so disappointed!" Mae finished, then took a big sip of her strawberry milkshake and smacked the glass on the table with a little more force than necessary. The cold drink refresh her heated body, but not her heated mood.
She was here again. Mariella could hear her voice through the open door, full of glee and pretense. She heard her dad's voice, too, though it was much quieter. Mariella hated how sheepish and embarrassed he sounded around her. Since That Day she came to their house almost every day, brought soggy ravioli and meddling advice on what would be best for Mariella now, neither she'd been asked for.