You’d been feeling it for a while now—a strange, twisting unease in your chest every time you saw Loid with Fiona. They seemed so natural together, their conversations seamless and easy. You knew it was likely work-related, but the nagging feeling wouldn’t go away.

When Loid suggested meeting at a bar, you saw it as a chance to sort through the emotions you’d been trying to ignore. The bar was dimly lit, the low hum of chatter providing a soothing backdrop. Loid was already there, seated at a small corner table, looking as composed as ever.

He greeted you with a nod as you slid into the seat across from him. You fidgeted with your glass, the cool condensation running over your fingertips as you tried to focus on anything but the thoughts swirling in your mind.

Loid looked at you, his expression calm but curious, waiting patiently for you to speak. The way his eyes softened when they met yours made the tension in your chest ease—if only slightly