When Kyrell arrived downstairs after some time, he noticed his team had already eaten breakfast and the dining table had been wiped clean. Surprised, he glanced at Xavier who was beaming at him, his eyes flashing with a teasing glint.
Quirking his brows, Xavier asked him silently, waiting for updates. But all he got in return was his friend's cold shoulder. Kyrell didn't even look at him, let alone curb his curiosity.
'What kind of a friend do I have?' Xavier wondered, blaming the stars for sending someone like Kyrell as his friend. 'He didn't fucking thank me for giving him advice and now, he isn't replying to me.'
"Mr. Winchester, I..." Frank's lips twitched when he saw Kyrell and he subconsciously glanced at Xavier who was pushing his sleeves to his elbows as if he was preparing himself for a fight.
"I apologize I forgot to order your breakfast," Frank said, taking all the blame on himself.
"Don't worry, Frank. I already ate." Kyrell assured with a smile.
