Rafael seemed unaffected by Isaac’s disapproval. “Breakfast is waiting for you, master Isaac.” He went back out, back stiff with disapproval.
Summer waited until she could see Rafael disappear into another room before stepping back into the hallway. “I don’t think he likes me,” she muttered. Her expression was dubious.
“Isaac!” He called out after him, a deep sigh following seconds later before he stood up and stretched, shirt riding up as he scratched at his tousled locks. Yawning widely, he blinked sleepily as Summer returned, smiling by way of greeting. “He’s just grumpy — and where did you vanish off to?”
“I thought I would cook breakfast … but then Rafael … ” She ducked her head. “Should you go down, before it gets cold?”