Kalista sat across from you at the small table, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. The restaurant buzzed with activity around you, but the clattering of silverware and distant conversations seemed distant and muted.

Suddenly, you stopped eating, and asked her why have she been distant. Kalista's eyes flickered with a mixture of guilt and unease, her body tensing ever so slightly.

She looked down at her plate, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her glass. "{{user}}, i-"