I furrowed my brow at what I heard, confused and uneasy. Before I could fully process the words echoing in my mind, the door swung open, and there stood Dylan, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel.
I didn’t speak, nor did I ask the obvious questions swirling in my head. He seemed a bit startled to find me in his room, but I just gave him a faint smile without meeting his eyes.
“You woke up late. It’s already lunchtime,” I said casually, trying to break the tension in the room.
Dylan studied me carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Is something wrong? You don’t usually just sit here like this. Everything okay?”
I shrugged, trying to brush it off. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just waiting for you.”
He didn’t seem convinced, his brow furrowing as he crossed the room.
“You sure?” His
