Days later…
Lola sipped her coffee, standing by the sliding door of the kitchen. From here, she could see the same men she'd seen when she first arrived — running laps again.
"Ah—" Allen paused at the kitchen entrance when he saw her. "Miss Lola, you're early!"
Lola glanced at him and smiled. "Not as early as your boss. He's not home. I thought he already left for business."
But seeing Allen here now, she doubted that.
"Ahh… well, he's probably in the gym," said Allen as he resumed his steps to make himself a coffee. "Sir Atlas always starts or ends his day training."
"Oh…" Lola's mouth formed an o-shape. Since Atlas was usually home in the mornings, she concluded he must have been training at night. "Is that why he sometimes comes home late?"
"Sir Atlas comes home early."
"Early?"
Allen nodded, standing in front of the coffee maker. "Unlike before, he comes home early now. That's why everyone's happy about this. We don't go home unless he does, after."
