An awkward silence thickened in the air, heavy enough to slice with a knife.
Anna sat with her arms crossed, her glare sharp enough to pin Shawn to the wall. Betty, meanwhile, sat beside her, cheeks flushed crimson, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap as she tried very hard not to meet anyone's eyes.
"Y-you should have called before visiting me," Shawn finally managed, shrinking deeper into his seat. He was now fully buried inside a hoodie, its hood pulled so low it almost covered his nose. Despite the droplets of water still dripping from his damp hair, he refused to take it off as if the thin fabric could erase the embarrassment that had just occurred.
Anna's brow twitched. "We did ring the bell for sometime," she said flatly. "It's just that your ears apparently decided to stop working. And besides," she added, eyes narrowing, "you already gave someone a spare key to your 'fortress,' didn't you?"
