"Huh?"
"I said, sit down with me," Irvyn repeated himself, pointing at the empty sofa chair at his right.
"Okay," Yvette slowly walked back in, and took the seat he pointed to.
And only after she did, he straightened his posture, taking the soup bowl in his hand to drink it up. Noticing him doing so when Yvette just now alerted him about the bowl being hot, Yvette immediately stood up to stop him. But it was already late by then, as the hot bowl made him retract his hands soon after he took it, and being careless with that, the entire content of the bowl fell all over his right hand, and the bowl fell on the ground with a loud noise of shattering porcelain.
"Ouch!" Irvyn hissed in pain, his eyes squinting really tight to hold in the cry he was almost about to let out.
