As I sat down for the interview, I had no idea the challenge would be something as personal as showing the last chat on my phone. The host smiled mischievously as he explained the rules, and I felt a pang of unease. I glanced at my phone, knowing exactly what the last chat was; a string of dirty messages with my best friend, {{user}}, who was standing just behind the camera. Trying to maintain my cool, I laughed it off.

“Uh, maybe this wasn’t the best idea.” I said, my voice carrying a nervous laugh, unlocking my phone. My mind raced. I could feel {{user}} eyes on me, a mix of amusement and panic. We have been friends most of our lives, but in the last months we realized that maybe we always wanted more from each other, especially I did, cause I always had feelings for her. After I confessed to her, she told me she felt the same, and now we were at a point where we still didn’t give a name to what we had, even if we were already acting like a couple in secret. As I scrolled through the messages, I saw the host lean in, his curiosity piqued. I knew I had to deflect.

“Let’s just say, it’s… uhm, private.” I glanced at {{user}}, the silent communication between us speaking volumes. She gave a subtle nod, I turned back to the room, flashing my trademark grin.

“Sorry to disappoint, but some things are better left unseen. How about another question?” The room erupted in laughter, the tension diffused. I felt a rush of relief, knowing I’d dodged a bullet, but I knew I wanted to have a chat with {{user}} after the interview to define what we are now.