Back at the Smith estate, Evans stood in the kitchen, staring down at his phone while his tea sat untouched on the counter.
He had come here for his usual night tea which was a routine he never skipped, but after that call, he didn't even want it anymore.
"What the hell happened out there," he thought.
He turned to leave, running a hand through his hair tiredly, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he saw Alfonso leaning against the doorframe.
He recoiled instinctively, a scream nearly tearing from his throat, but he swallowed it back at the last second, composing himself before scowling.
"What on earth are you doing creeping up on people?" he asked, pressing a hand to his chest to slow his racing heartbeat.
Alfonso stood there, one brow raised, arms crossed, watching him with interest. He simply shrugged, pushing off the frame and stepping into the kitchen.
