"How are you, Dylan?" She smiled politely at him.
"I'm good," he nodded slowly. "And you?"
"Same," she stepped closer with a small smile. "Well, I'm exhausted, so I'll go upstairs," she announced. "It was nice seeing you, Dylan," she said to him and eyed me briefly before going upstairs.
She didn't seem angry, which scared me a lot more. If she had said something, at least I would have known how she felt but if she was all quiet that wasn't a good sign.
Dylan looked at me and I couldn't help but laugh a little at the situation.
"What you are laughing at?" He frowned.
"You," I laughed a little harder.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why exactly?"
"Hello ma'am," I mocked him, making my best attempt to imitate a man's voice.
"I don't sound like that," he glared at me. I stuck my tongue out at
