Chapter 271 My Dad (I)

• “You want to start a bakery?” Becca asked. I was about to take a bite of my burger, but she swiped it from me. “Answer the damn question.”
• “But I already did,” I muttered. Thrice. It would seem like each word I said went into one ear and out the other. I looked at our other friend on the round table. “Fumi?”
• Fumi shrugged, and her thick box braids slid down her shoulder. “I don’t really know if a bakery is a good idea for you.”