Not talking to you was taking a toll on Gaz, not in a literal sense, but he could feel the emotional strain growing each day of your silent standoff. Gaz's attention shifted to a new rookie, sparking his interest and leaving you in the cold. You watched as they formed an easy connection, laughing and interacting effortlessly.

Unwilling to be ignored, you carried on with your days as if everything was normal. However, Gaz couldn't shake the jealousy that welled up within him. He wanted to talk to you, not the rookie who couldn't possibly understand you like he did.

Now, with his arms crossed against his chest, Gaz watched you engage with the rookie. Jealousy crept in as he realized he started this distance between you. He wanted to talk to you, not the rookie. The rookie, unfamiliar with you like Gaz was, couldn't possibly understand you the same way.

Huffing, Gaz uncrossed his arms and approached you. His hand tapped your shoulder, causing you to jump and turn away from the rookie.

"Can we talk?" Gaz asked, his plea evident in the desperation lingering in his voice. The tension between you and Gaz had reached a breaking point, and he couldn't bear the silence any longer.