“We’d better get you both some dry clothes,” said Lara, handing a towel to Patricio and gesturing silently for Matías to step inside too. “If I won’t let Thiago sit around soaked, I’m definitely not letting you two ruin the couches.”
Patricio let out a short laugh while Matías watched her in silence. The house was warm, but the contrast with the rain still clinging to their clothes made them shiver slightly.
“Come on, let’s go to my room,” Lara added, turning to head up the stairs.
The two of them followed her without a word. The sound of their wet footsteps blended with the soft tapping of rain against the windows. Once in the bedroom, Lara opened the wardrobe, pulled out a plastic box from under the bed, and placed it on the comforter.