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The Unexpected Guest
Chaol assists Asty up in the carriage, before going inside. It was already seven in the evening and it was time for them to head back home.
The country beside Asty and closed the door behind him. Yvonne who was now in charge of navigating the carriage started to lead the horse.
"How did you find today's visit, Asty?" Chaol asked the woman beside her, nonchalantly as he pulled a cigarette.
"Still fun as it was before, thank you for taking me out today, Chaol."
"Of course."
There was an awkward silence between them that Lana and Owl could see. At first, they tried to ignore it, but Chaol was too obvious to them. They pretended a cough to a little to signal him of his very obvious actions. Chaol glared at them and rolled his eyes.
Asty stared at him for much longer which Chaol immediately noticed. He turned his head on her and raised a brow. "What is it?"
"N-Nothing..."
Chaol nudged Owl's foot and dilated his pupils, asking him wh
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