"..."
Thea Lynch was completely stunned, her hand resting on the drawer seemed to lose all feeling.
Not exaggerating, she's never seen so many of this thing in her life.
She felt like there were more kinds in this drawer than on the shelves of a regular convenience store.
A dazzling array.
Her eyes caught sight of a few words on the packaging, and Thea suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly averting her gaze.
With a bang, she straightened up, using her knee to shut the drawer.
"Why'd you close it?" Ian Preston looked at her, seemingly determined to tease her, "You can pick one you like."
Thea: "..."
The corner of her mouth twitched hard; Thea was speechless in the face of this scene.
"I..."
For the first time, she realized that this thing not only comes in different sizes but also has so many variations in flavor and shape?
It's winter now, maybe it's the floor heating, but Thea, barefoot on the carpet, felt her blood boiling from head to toe.
