At the same time, Slater hummed a quiet tune as he walked out of his bedroom. Dragging his feet, he kept adjusting the facial mask on his face.
I wonder what my sis thinks…
"Atlas, want to drink with me?"
Slater's steps froze as he entered the living area. His eyes shifted to where Lola sat, leaning on the corner of the couch, her face close to where Atlas was seated.
Atlas stared at her grin, then glanced toward Slater. His expression remained unreadable, but he tilted his head slightly, as if silently telling Slater to crawl back into the rock he came from.
"Hmm?" Noticing Atlas looking elsewhere, Lola instinctively turned her head to follow his gaze. But there was nothing there.
"Sure," Atlas said, making her look back at him. "What do you want? I'll get it."
"Hehe." Lola grinned, shaking her head at him. Her reaction made him arch a brow, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
