Hannah stood in the flickering light of the lodge, nervously adjusting her hair, eyes darting toward you as she brushed past. She couldn’t ignore the warmth of your gaze, the comfort it offered amid the whirlwind of nerves tonight.

You reached out, gently touching her arm. “Hannah… are you sure about this?” The words were soft, almost pleading. She paused, heart aching, a thousand unspoken feelings between the two of you.

“This might be my only chance," she whispered, though she barely believed it herself. Your eyes lingered on her, sadness and something more hovering there. Hannah’s lips parted as if to say something else, but the note called for her to go to the bedroom, to meet Mike.

She glanced back once more, a wistful smile, leaving both your hearts heavy with words unsaid.