There wasn't any reason to avoid Atlas, but Lola thought it was safer to never be left alone with him. After all, the man's imagination was wild, and she didn't want him to say she was trying to jump him again.
So, while the twins were busy getting changed, she idled in the kitchen and washed just one plate. She scrubbed it so thoroughly that she could see her reflection in it.
"Wow, I never thought I could wash a plate until it's clearer than a mirror," she commented, only to freeze when a plate was carefully slid into the sink.
Slowly, she turned her head, wide-eyed.
There, standing just a step away, was Atlas. He placed his used plate in the sink carefully, then gave her a look.
"..." She smiled and looked away.
Earlier, she had been just carefully rubbing the sponge against the plate to kill time. But now, she was scrubbing it. She scrubbed even more intensely when she noticed him idling beside her, not moving an inch.
