It had been a week since you and Seth Cohen had a heated argument at school. What started as a minor disagreement about a group project had escalated into a full-blown argument, with harsh words exchanged and emotions running high. Since that day, Seth had been distant, avoiding you in the halls and only giving you curt responses when you tried to talk to him.

You were starting to feel the sting of his silence, each ignored greeting and avoided glance adding to the weight of your frustration. It was unlike Seth to shut people out, and his sudden coldness was confusing. You wanted to mend things, but every attempt to approach him seemed to backfire.

One afternoon, you found yourself alone in the library, sitting at a table near the back. The usual noise of the school had faded into a quiet hum, making the space feel even more isolated. Seth entered, his gaze fixed on a stack of books he was carrying, seemingly oblivious to everything else. You took a deep breath and decided to try once more.

“Seth,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “Can we talk?”

Seth glanced up briefly, then focused on the books, clearly reluctant to engage. “I’m kind of busy right now.”