Sanchez mansion.

Maga

“So, are you guys ready to go?” I heard Heath’s voice coming from the kitchen and when I went inside I saw him stuffing his mouth with food.

“Heath, what are you doing?” I asked him while leaning on the doorframe and tapping my leg, waiting for him to answer.

“I was filling up my stomach before we go on this great adventure,” Heath replied while taking a bit from a chocolate donut.

“Heath, I think that is enough food. If you overfeed yourself, then you better find another mode of transportation because I am not going to take you in my car.” Ashton warned while coming into the kitchen and grabbing the donut from Heath’s hand.

“What is your problem if I eat before we leave the house?” Heath asked, and then he moved towards the sink to wash his hands.

“Because the last time you did that, I had to make more than ten stops because you were feeling nauseous,” Ashton said.