"Erica Jones really is pathetic. Just like you said, Evening, ex-girlfriends are like toads: they might not actually hurt you, but they sure are annoying enough to ruin your appetite."
Pouting slightly, Evelyn pulled her phone from her handbag and dialed Michael's direct line.
"Guess who I just ran into?" she murmured, browsing through a rack of infant booties. She had practically bought out half the shop herself, but she still couldn't resist browsing.
Hearing the breezy, slightly teasing tone in her voice, Michael let out a warm laugh. "Who on earth could you have possibly seen to put you in such a mood? Erica Jones?" There was probably no one else in the city who could elicit that reaction.
"Spot on!" Evelyn replied playfully, staring blankly at a small glass feeding bottle. Realizing she would likely need extra breast milk storage when the twins arrived, she grabbed two bottles in different colors and handed them back to the shopping guide trailing behind her.
