The meal was soon done with, and the plates long been cleared.
Olivia was curled up lazily in Izan's arms on one couch, her legs tucked beneath her as his arm rested loosely around her shoulders.
Komi occupied the opposite seat, completely absorbed in one of those overly serene nature documentaries she adored, the kind where the narrator whispered about elephants migrating under a golden sun while soft piano played in the background.
"Do you think she ever gets tired of those?" Olivia murmured, her voice half-asleep.
"Let her have her fun," Izan replied under his breath, watching Komi lean forward with unexplainable fascination as a family of penguins appeared on screen.
Soon, footsteps slapped across the stairs as Miranda appeared a moment later, a neat folder tucked under her arm.
"Okay," she said, approaching another couch before lowering herself into the armchair between them, flipping open the folder, "we'll start with Coca-Cola."
