Nate “Hey, we are here,” Sarah yells from the door when we enter the apartment. As soon as I enter, the cinnamon aroma hits me in the overly heated apartment. Overly heated for me, I remind myself. They are not werewolves. Brit walks towards us from a room that seems to be the kitchen. “Hey, Babe. You’re here. I'm starving. What have you brought?” she asks excitedly. “Sushi, lots of sushi, pasta, and beer,” Sarah explains while handing her the bags and taking off her jacket. She then turns to me and takes the rest of the bags. “Hello again, Nate,” Brit says with a coy smile that makes me wonder what my mate told her about me. “Hi, Brit.” I take off my jacket to leave it on the hanger, where I spot the origin of the cinnamon scent, a huge light brown candle in the shape of two people kissing. I follow the girls to the kitchen, where they unload the sacks of food and start eating from boxes right away as they stand around the table. I look around the kitchen for plates and cutler
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