Miguel walked past the living room and headed straight for the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water.
As he twisted the cap open and took a long sip, he leaned against the counter for a moment, lost in thought.
When he finally returned to the couch, his sister, Elizabeth, watched him closely, taking note of his mood. She tapped her fingers on the armrest, a teasing glint in her eyes.
“You sure you don’t need a glass of wine instead? Water isn't going to cut it,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk. She knew exactly how to get Miguel to loosen up.
Miguel let out a small chuckle and shook his head. “You know why I don’t reach for a drink when I’m upset like a regular person would. Don't tempt me," he said.
Elizabeth groaned, already knowing where this conversation was headed. “Yes
