Under the table

Just then something crawled upon Alex's feet, thinking of it as a fabric of the table cloth. He shook it away by the sole of his slippers but the crawling feeling didn't go. It itched him, now the crawling into tickles, the same was felt by Peter who sat on the right of Alex. Both men scrunched their brows in unison. Craning their heads down both looked for the reason of the tickling. Just then, the staff member came from the direction of Braylon's room. "Sir he is no where." The man politely informed. 

Anna on the other side, giggled at the stupid idea of Braylon. To revenge her earlier incident she gestured with her hands, the finger pointed down the table. Alex and Peter now nodded their heads at the girl, pressing their lips hard. "Let him be. Serve the dishes please." Alex spoke looking down into the ceramic plates, his actions followed by the others present on the table.