Chapter 19Megan: third person's point of view.
A knock on the door interrupted Megan from muttering another set of profanities after she broke the handle of the wooden spatula she was using. How it happened, she doesn't know. She grimaced, eyeing the burnt pureé on the island, still smoking and letting out an unpleasant smell.
Fudge. If it's Andrea, I'm going to bid my farewell to this world-
She widened her eyes and tied her hair to a bun. "Eh? Cheeto?"
Another knock made her walk faster. She was met by a fully dressed Aster with a camera on his hand.
"I was out on a walk earlier and was about to enter my apartment when I smelled something burning."
She went outside and quickly closed her door, pushing his body away. "It's noth
Chapter 20Aster: third person's point of view.—"Aw, come on, Cheeto! What's wrong with Titanic?"Aster grimaced at her 35th whine today. "Not everyone is interested in Jack and Rose's love story, Spencer.""Tch. Just admit that your tears are shallow."He shook his head and handed her a ramekin filled with the baked delicacy. "You wish."The pouting girl took it from his hand along with the teaspoon that was supposed to be his– good grief, bless her for her laziness– and stared at the actors playing on the television. "At least you didn't protest watching a Korean drama three weeks ago."As if I have any choice."I wonder why?""Just watch the drama, Spencer."