Isaac looked toward the elevator instinctively, hearing soft footsteps, and his gaze softened as a familiar presence approached. His heart skipped. Talia. Somehow, even in the matching family pajamas, she exuded a cool aura—but at the same time, she looked impossibly cute. That balance—charming and effortlessly elegant—made his face flush.
She held a water bottle casually in one hand, the other stuffed in the pocket of her flannel pajama pants. Her bare feet padded across the floor as she stepped up beside him.
"I was wondering where you went~" she teased, her voice light and sweet.
Isaac rubbed the back of his neck, bashful. "Ah, well, I woke up earlier... so I came downstairs."
Talia smiled, ignoring the others still bustling around the kitchen and dining room. "Hmm, then let's go for a walk~"
Ten heads turned, stunned.
"A walk? But it's cold outside," Isaac replied, blinking.
