After finishing the dishes, Adela turned around and realized that Layson was still there. She froze for a moment, awkwardly rubbing her hands together. She had already felt uneasy when he followed her into the kitchen, and now, with him still standing there, the discomfort only grew stronger.
“Uh… do you want something to drink?” she asked hesitantly.
Layson, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to reality at the sound of her voice. His gaze landed on her, and after a brief pause, he nodded slightly. The faint smile that surfaced on his usually cold face left Adela momentarily stunned. Ever since returning, she had noticed something different about him, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“Sure,” he replied.
Hearing his response, Adela turned to the kitchen cabinets, rum
