295

SCARLETT

We did it?

“Yeah, we fucking did it,” Logan’s excited response made me realize that I’d asked that question out loud instead of in my head as I’d assumed.

“And that’s only because you had the balls to put yourself on the line when we weren’t willing to take that risk,” Alex added, flipping a pancake effortlessly with a slight tilt of the pan.

Inwardly, I rolled my eyes at his stellar skills, wondering how he was able to pull that off when I couldn’t even do it while carefully using a frying spoon.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you’re no longer focused on our victory over the Shahato and you’re now hating on everyone that can make a proper pancake unlike you,” Blake said through a chuckle.

I narrowed my eyes at him, picking a grape off my plate and throwing it at his head for teasing me.

“Ow!” he exclaimed when it hit his forehead.

“Serves you right,” I grinned before taking a generous bite of my sandwich.

That led to back and forth banter, and as much a