#Chapter3
Remy's Point of View
/"Wait what do you guys call these?/" Sydney asked me as she pointed to the french fries on the platter. I shook my head as I rolled my eyes at my friend.
/"French Fries! Don't bully me because I'm American!/" I told her as she finished the plate of fries and disposed of it in the garbage. After picking Sydney up at the airport, we've been spending most of our time exploring Indianapolis and eating at so many different fast-food restaurants that Syd wanted to try. Although my interview with Ex-Marine Daddy was later, Syd thought it was a smart idea to go shopping and eat cheap foods.
/"It's not my fault./"She somewhat apologized. We walked through Circle Centre Mall for hours until Syd wanted to go inside the Victoria Secret store. I dreaded entering the store with her especially after being the only guy in here besides a 4-year-old who was asleep in his stroller.