Clink... Clank…
The sound of utensils met with the plate echoed in the silent room. I couldn't guess what was on everyone's mind, but the atmosphere was pretty cold and heavy. Seriously, if they were going to be like this, then what was the point of sitting and eating a meal together?
The silence was going to suffocate me to death here, yet there was one person who clearly had a different set of senses since he kept eating happily as if nothing's happened. I glanced at how Alex ordered one more serving joyfully. Even if Alex visibly enjoyed the rare occasion, he didn't look interested in making a conversation and only focused on basking at the moment.
As an outsider, I felt very awkward. The dining seat of the Gardner's was supposed to use the most fluffy and softest cushion, yet why do I feel like I was sitting on pins and needles?
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