Ryan barely missed the pillow by a step. The thing flew past him and hit a glass shelf behind him. The two of them cringed when the glass cups on the shelf made a loud sound.
"What was that?" A woman asked quietly as she walked in slowly, holding a tray. Her oval-shaped face lit up with a smile when she saw Ryan.
Ryan immediately pointed at Sam and accused Jim, "Your husband is responsible for this. He almost murdered me with the pillow but I saved myself just in time."
She shook her head and place the tray on the table gently. Then she turned to Sam and pretended to play along with Ryan, "Sammie, is that any way to treat a guest?"
Sam looked speechless and he glared at Ryan who was chuckling at his lost state. "Mia, like seriously.... how could you side with a person you do
