The night slowly crept in, and as hours passed, everyone's concern grew.
Coco had a consistent routine and she was usually one of the first few to arrive home every evening, yet, as the minutes ticked by, there was still no sign of her return.
She remained to be the only one who had not returned from her work for the day and the absence weighed heavily on his mind causing Zaque to fidget nervously, his gaze shifting repeatedly towards the front door, as if expecting Coco to walk through it at any moment.
Heiren couldn't help, but stare at the plates that he had set for Coco, their contents growing colder by the minute as time relentlessly passed.
It was well past the usual time for dinner and yet, there was no sign of her arrival.
Outside of the kitchen, Alhai leaned against the second floor railings, his gaze fixed on the front door below— he tried to maintain a stoic demeanor, but beneath the surface, his worry was overwhelming.
