“Hey, Soto,” Ander said, striding through the front door of Carmen’s house, a warm smile forming on their face. “You look like you just rolled out of bed.”
Carmen contemplated on punching them in the face, but the idea subsided and her stomach twisted into knot. Reaping Day. It’d be a pretty shit idea to ruin Ander’s face on Reaping Day.
“Oh, she did. Like, twenty minutes ago,” mumbled her younger brother Thomas from the kitchen table, where he was helping her other, even younger brother Noah with the red tie slung around his neck. “Did you know Carmen snores really loud? She does.