“What did you do to deserve all that attention?” Donal asked with a cool nod towards him and took a sip out of his bottle.
“Nothing,” Kyle muttered.
“Right,” Donal said with a meaningful twitch of his eyebrows and, realising that Kyle was not in a chatty mood, left the kitchen.
Kyle decided that a change of scenery seemed like a good idea and headed for the back door leading into the garden. He was relieved to see that there was nobody about.
He sat down on a pillar that decorated the steps leading down to the back of the garden, right next to a lamp. The stone was cold to sit on, but he didn’t mind. The atmosphere inside wasn’t exactly blistering hot either.
It was almost quiet outside. He could hear the thumping of dance music from inside, but he couldn’t even tell what was playing.
