[Earlier, in the Penthouse]
"Sis—" Slater stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, his mouth dropping as his eyes landed on the two figures by the counter.
There, Lola leaned against the counter with her rear resting on the edge, her hands on the surface. In front of her, Atlas was slightly bent over, one hand near hers, the other wrapped around her waist.
"Is this what you guys do every morning?" he blurted, covering his mouth as his eyes reddened like he'd just caught a lover cheating. Lola and Atlas turned toward him.
"Is that why you two always take so long before coming out of here?" he continued, scoffing mid-sentence. "You two… how could you?!"
With that, Slater dramatically turned and ran away. Meanwhile, Lola opened and closed her mouth in disbelief.
"It's not… it's not like that," she tried to explain, but there was no way he could've heard her. She clenched her teeth. "What is wrong with him?"
