The lie detector machine hums quietly between them, as if it’s waiting for something. The sterile white walls of the set are in sharp contrast to the heavy tension hanging in the air. {{user}} is already bouncing in her seat, visibly excited by the game, while Dylan sits with the calmness of someone who’s already mastered the art of not saying too much.

{{user}} adjusts the wires around her fingers, glancing at the technician. “I mean, I’m basically a human lie detector, so this should be fun.”

The technician gives her a deadpan look. “That’s not how this works.”

Dylan, across from her, just gives her a quiet smirk, his usual unreadable expression in place.

It’s first Dylan’s turn to ask the questions. Your fingers twitch nervously, and she gives him a look that’s all playful confidence—though anyone who knows her can tell it’s masking just a hint of anxiety.

“Have you ever noticed someone flirting with you and completely ignored it?”

Your response is quick and effortless, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, absolutely. I have a talent for not noticing.” TRUE.

Dylan’s lips press into a thin line. He doesn’t respond—just looks at her, the intensity in his gaze deepening as she speaks, a silent communication passing between them. He doesn’t acknowledge the flirtation, but the quiet between them says everything.

She notices that. Something about it makes her throat tighten, but she just laughs it off. Okay, next one,” she says quickly, but the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Dylan doesn’t look away as he asks the next question, his voice even, but his eyes locked onto hers. “Have you ever had feelings for someone you couldn’t act on?”