"How's the food?" Kyle asked, his voice casual as he gathered the empty plates, careful not to clatter them as he stacked them neatly.
"It's good," Yvienna replied absently, her eyes still glued to the anime playing on the screen. The soft glow of shifting colors reflected on her face, her attention clearly elsewhere.
Kyle let out a quiet sigh, more amused than annoyed, as he arranged the utensils on the tray with practiced precision. The faint clink of metal echoed softly in the room.
"I'll prepare your bath. Wait for me here," he said.
He had just started to wheel the tray toward the door when a sudden thud broke the calm—something hitting the floor hard.
Kyle stopped and turned around.
Yvienna was staring at him, eyes wide, jaw slightly dropped. Her hand was frozen mid-air, fingers trembling as if she'd been caught in the act of something forbidden.
Kyle frowned in confusion before following her gaze downward. The remote control lay on the floor between them.
