Olivia was still giggling at something Izan had whispered as the duo made their way downstairs.
"You're ridiculous," she muttered between little bursts of laughter, shaking her head as they reached the bottom step.
"I mean it, though," Izan fired back, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smug half-smile.
The two of them drifted toward the dining room table, a piece of furniture that rarely saw use, more decorative than practical.
Usually, they wolfed down breakfast at the kitchen island, plates clinking against glass while standing half-turned toward the stove.
But today, plates had been set on the dining table, sunlight spilling in through the curtains and stretching across the polished surface.
Komi was already seated, calm as ever, cutting into her eggs with small, deliberate motions.
Hori sat a few chairs down, slouched in her chair with her legs on it, still in her oversized tee, chewing lethargically.
