"88 divided by 8 is 11."
Both girls turned sharply, the abrupt words slicing through the charged air like a misplaced puzzle piece.
Lor had opened his eyes, his voice calm and casual, but the statement hung oddly in the tension-filled room.
He blinked once, then looked up at them, a faint, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips, softening his usually lazy expression.
Olivia's mouth parted in surprise, her hazel eyes widening as she processed it. "What?"
Lor leaned back against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him with a contented sigh, the movement casual but carrying a new confidence.
"Eleven. 88 by 8. I... I would've never gotten that right before. Not without sitting there, staring at the page, counting on my fingers like a total idiot, double-checking three times just to be sure."
Kiara's smirk softened into something warmer, her posture relaxing as she watched him, and trying to stifle herself from laughing.
