The morning light filtered through the vast windows of the mansion, casting long streaks of gold across the sleek marble floors.
It was early — earlier than Ethan usually woke up after such a long day, but something about the stillness of the house pulled him from sleep before the others.
With a quiet yawn, he ran a hand through his hair and threw on a shirt before heading downstairs.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he was met with the sight of Zack rummaging through the fridge, his upper body halfway inside as he searched for something.
Ethan leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching in silent amusement as Zack finally emerged, victorious, with a can of Coke in hand.
Without hesitation, Zack cracked it open, poured the fizzy liquid into a glass, and downed the whole thing in one go.
Only after he finished did he realize Ethan was watching him.