Slyvester’s POV
“Kyle~ I am so hungry~”
I walked toward Kyle, who was sitting in front of the dining table and reviewing for his upcoming exam. There was coffee next to him and papers that I avoided bumping into.
"Ah..." He replied as if incomplete. He looked at me with concern. He looked like he wanted to ask many things, yet he did not do it out of consideration.
‘He must have wanted to ask how Vincent and I are doing.’
Sighing, I smiled to show that I'm hella okay. "Dude, what? Is there food?"
When Kyle heard my jolly way of speaking, he sighed in relief. He pointed to the pot with his eyes. "There's soup in the pot."
"Soup?! Yey!" I quickly ran, and when I got to the opposite side of the stove, I lifted the lid of the pot. I lost my excitement after seeing that the soup had no broth. "Kyle? Why is there no broth in the soup?"
"Huh? Maybe the pasta sucked it all up. It took you a while to come down. That’s why.”
