Her eyes landed on Alexandre and Antoine sitting stiffly on the couch, with Hera and Xavier standing to the side. The air felt thick with tension, so heavy it was like stepping straight onto a landmine.
Athena's gaze flicked to Hera, whose face was so red she looked like she might explode any second, like a balloon inflated a breath too far.
Athena didn't say a word at first. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the four tense figures. Hera's pleading expression practically screamed, 'Help me, please,' and Athena, ever the best friend, cleared her throat dramatically.
"Ehem! Good morning… to you too?" she said, her voice laced with uncertainty. But it was enough to break the suffocating tension in the room.
Just then, the rest of the girls began trickling into the living room, still half-asleep and dragging their feet. It was early, after all.
