Dylan emerged from the washroom, his loose-fitting white tee rumpled in disarray, paired with black sweatpants that were a bit too loose, perfect for a lazy morning. He reached out to silence the alarm on his phone, which had been buzzing for what felt like an eternity. As he gazed at the bed, a faint smile played on his lips, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and playfulness. Leaving everything aside, he walked over to the wardrobe to pull out his hoodie, slipping his arms into it while pulling it over his head. He adjusted the fit, tugging gently on the hem to settle it around his thin waist.
As he passed through the hall, which was a complete mess from the remnants of last night's gatherings, he stretched slightly and walked towards the kitchen. He decided to whip up some breakfast for himself, grabbing eggs and bread from the fridge. While cooking, he brewed a cup of coffee to go with his meal. With food in hand, he padded barefooted towards the window, shifting the sandwich from his hand to his mouth to fold the hall curtain up. He stepped out onto the balcony, savoring the peaceful moment as the air filled with the faint scent of mud from last night's rain.
Once he was done with his food, he scrolled through his phone and headed back to the kitchen to deposit the dirty dishes in the sink. He leaned against the kitchen wall, surveying the messy hall with a thoughtful expression. Dylan's house was cozy, with walls painted gray and floors made of polished hardwood. The living room was spacious, with a comfortable-looking couch and a large flat-screen TV mounted.
As he wandered through the hallway with an unhurried pace, the soft glow of the morning sun cast a warm ambiance, illuminating the space. He felt more relaxed in his loose and comfortable clothes, his bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floor. Running his hand through his messy hair, he began to tidy up the hall, his eyes scanning the cluttered space. The table was littered with crumpled snack packets, empty glasses, a gaming controller, and books, a testament to the late-night gaming session.
As he cleared the table, he readied his computer for another gaming session, the screen glowing with an otherworldly light. He quickly muted the volume, focusing on the game as his fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse with practiced skill. The gaming chair enveloped him in comfort, and he sat in a relaxed manner, his black headphones surrounding his neck like a makeshift accessory.
Despite his focus on the game, his concentration began to waver, and he absentmindedly rubbed his earlobe, a habitual gesture that betrayed his anxiety. The game was intense, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he navigated the virtual world. But with a quiet sigh, he leaned back, rubbing his ear in frustration.
Meanwhile, Ather had spent the night tossing and turning, the sound of the rain outside making him restless. He couldn't sleep, and when the rain finally subsided, he drifted off into a fitful slumber. However, the peace was short-lived, as the phone on the side table began to buzz incessantly. Ather groggily reached out to grab the phone, only to throw it onto the bed with a look of disinterest.
After changing positions multiple times, Ather couldn't get back to sleep. He walked out of the room, his movements slow and deliberate, like a cat waking up from a nap. As he entered the hallway, he spotted Dylan engrossed in his game. "Why is that crazy person calling me!" Ather exclaimed, his voice laced with aggression.
Dylan didn't look up from the screen, his fingers continuing to fly across the keyboard. "Did she wake you up?" he asked nonchalantly. "Last night she asked me to pick her up from the airport at 6," he explained, his tone matter-of-fact.
Ather snorted in response. "As if I care. She should have called you instead of disturbing me." He gestured towards the phone on the table, his expression unimpressed. "I silenced that thing," he added, referring to the phone.
Just then, the doorbell sounded twice in succession, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. Ather's eyes widened as he sat up straight, while Dylan shouted, "Ather, go open the door!" Ather groaned, "I swear, it's nothing but my bad luck on the door."
The door burst open, and Alestasia stormed in, pushing Ather aside as she marched towards Dylan. Her eyes blazed with fury as she switched off the computer. "Bloody DK, how could you not pick me up? I swear I will make the death out of you," she shouted, her voice echoing through the hallway.
Dylan's face darkened, and he grasped Alestasia's hand, propelling her out of the house in a swift motion. He locked the door behind her, his expression unyielding. As he turned towards the kitchen, he asked Ather, "AR, have you got any problem with loud jazz?" Ather, munching on a sandwich, replied with a shrug, "I don't care."
The sound of Alestasia's furious shouting continued to echo outside, but inside, the atmosphere was eerily calm, with only the sound of the sandwich being savored breaking the silence.