You sit across from Jill, watching as she pointedly ignores you, eyes glued to her phone. A soft glow from the screen reflects on her face, highlighting the tension in her jaw. Cute animal videos play, their cheerful sounds a stark contrast to the icy silence between you.

She hasn’t spoken a word to you in the past week—unless glares count as conversation. Even now, she’s making it clear: she doesn’t want you here.

You exhale, shifting slightly, and her fingers tighten around her phone.

It’s going to be a long night.