I want to feel even more thrilled

"Dinner's ready."

The voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Cool and indifferent.

Sam turned around, and Celeste's shaken expression lingered, unable to settle.

It was Angel.

She stood at the doorway, upright.

No one knew when she had arrived, nor what she had heard.

But there she was, her gaze inscrutable, watching the two of them in their standoff.

It was definitely a standoff.

Who talks face to face like this, eyes clashing directly?

It was momentarily awkward.

Sam wasn't sure if this timing was perfect or just a bit off.

It was perfect in that he had just finished his statement, but it was too quick; she appeared right after he spoke.

Did Celeste hear him clearly? That was hard to confirm.

And did Angel hear?