At six in the evening inside Katherine's penthouse, the atmosphere was quite lively in the living room with Styles telling Felix and Noah about the new console game he was playing. "I'm telling you, man! The new Call of Duty right now is sick! It's the shît!"
The other two men were engrossed in listening to him enthusiastically talk about the game, detailing the cool features and whatnots in it. Styles grabbed a water bottle from the coffee table, twisted the cap, and took a sip. He was parched after all that chatter.
The sound of a door swinging and some shuffling noises from the side caught their attention. When he turned to look at what it was, he malfunctioned and forgot to swallow, that water came out of his mouth and dripped down past his chin, wetting his shirt. His mouth hung open.
