In the comfortable silence of Yuna's dorm, the lights were low and the laptop screen illuminated her face. She was sitting on the bed, next to him, but Yuna barely paid attention to the story. His eyes wandered to whoever was next to him, analyzing each expression with a mixture of curiosity and interest.

The tension was not palpable, but subtle. Yuna, in an almost casual movement, let her hand slip closer, brushing lightly against his arm. There was no resistance, just a quick, almost questioning look, which was reciprocated by Yuna with a smile.

"Are you enjoying the movie?" Yuna said, her voice low, almost in a whisper, as if she didn't want to interrupt the moment.