Jasver, who was previously in the kitchen, now approached his sister and best friend who were previously in the living room.
'Why do I feel a different atmosphere like never before?' Jasver's monologue in his mind when he saw the faces of the two who looked opposite.
"Looks like I'm going home first, and can my handsome brother help his best friend to be more sensitive? ... Ah Jacey ... why do you even ask your brother who is just as insensitive as his best friend?" Jacey whispered as if she was talking to herself.
Jasver, who had just arrived with glasses in both hands, was of course confused, not understanding what his sister meant.
"Hey, what do you mean? Why are you leaving? Did I take the drink too long?" Jasver asked innocently who didn't fully understand the root of the problem.
Jasver's gaze, of course, reflexively turned to Asher, who had been silent for a long time, standing up without wanting to stop his sister's annoying footsteps.
