(Michelle Lui's POV)
After breakfast, Andy clapped his hands loudly like an overexcited kindergarten teacher.
"ALRIGHT PEOPLE— FORM A LINE ACCORDING TO HEIGHT!"
"No," Steven said immediately.
"Yes," Vince countered. "I also want chaos. Let him cook."
Andy ignored both and continued dramatically,
"Today's itinerary includes: sightseeing, eating, freezing our butts off, and Michelle falling in love with the city so much she moves here."
I snorted. "Relax, I'm not running away."
"Not yet," he winked.
The group split naturally as we exited the café.
Lara and Kate chattered excitedly on my left.
Vince and Jeff trailed behind us, bickering about who looked more American (it was neither).
Jasmine stayed close to Anthony, clinging to his arm again like she thought someone would steal him.
…Bestie, relax. No one's stealing him.
Definitely not me.
Totally over that.
Totally.
…I think.
I shook out the thought.
