Kafka rose from his crouched position, his hands lingering on their hips, his innocent smile a stark contrast to the erotic chaos he'd orchestrated. As he stood, towering over them, his gaze flicked between their flushed faces, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.
"What were you two whispering about just now?" He asked, his voice light but tinged with playful suspicion, his head tilting as he studied them. "Sounded like something serious."
Olivia gulped, her cheeks flaming as she waved her hands frantically, her voice tumbling out in a flustered rush.
"Nothing, nothing at all, Kafi!" She blurted, her eyes darting away from his probing gaze. "Just...boring stuff, you know, things you wouldn't be interested in. Girl talk, that's all."
She forced a smile, her pulse racing as she gestured toward the dining table, desperate to shift the focus.
"We should eat dinner now, shouldn't we? No more delays—the food's probably getting cold!"
