Tristan and Frudi exchanged a nervous glance, their eyes locked on Cisco's angry face. They knew they were in trouble, but they didn't know how much trouble.
Cisco took another step closer, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing.
Tristan swallowed hard, trying to think of a way to defuse the situation. But before he could say anything, Frudi spoke up.
"Dad, we were just having a movie night," she said, her voice innocent.
Cisco's eyes narrowed. "A movie night? At this hour? With him?" He jerked his head towards Tristan, his expression incredulous.
Tristan held up his hands, trying to placate Cisco. "Hey, it's not what you think, Cisco. We were just having a friendly movie night. No harm done."
