Silva took a shower and got into a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants. He walked out of the room; it was already filled with the scent of his sister's cooking, and Amber was there trying to help, well, help was a stretch as she didn't know what she was doing.
She was basically trying to help to catch Silva's attention, but his attention was locked on Noel, who was seated on the paper, leaning forward, hands on his laps like he was afraid of something.
He walked to his side. "Can I have a seat?"
Noel heard the question and almost jumped in fright. He moved quickly, despite the fact that there was already a lot of room. Silva sat down, placing his feet on the table.
"Don't do that, bro," Elle yelled from the kitchen, and he quickly dropped his feet.
Noel saw that and almost laughed, but he held it in. He didn't want to die.
"She is really bossy," Silva said casually.
