"Brother Theo, what are you doing in my room?"
Theo frowned, his complexion still a little pale. He didn't know why, but when he realized Patricia wasn't in her room as expected, a strange wave of panic had surged through him.
Studying her from head to toe, he noticed that she was still in smart-casual clothes. She didn't look like she'd showered yet.
"I was calling you for dinner, but you didn't answer. So I came in to check, but you weren't there," he explained with a deep sigh. "Where have you been?"
Her lips formed an O-shape as she answered awkwardly. "Well, I got a bit distracted on my way to my room and ended up idling out on the back patio."
"No wonder you don't look like you've showered."
"Heh. I'll eat dinner first!" she said with an innocent smile, and Theo could only sigh in defeat.
As the two headed downstairs, Patricia couldn't help but notice her brother's pale expression.
"Brother Theo, why do you look a little pale?" she asked. "Are you okay?"
