It wasn’t even supposed to be a big deal.
Just an indie film.
Art-house. black-and-white. “tasteful.”
That’s what your friends said when they convinced you to watch it.
But then—
There she was.
Slow. controlled. intense in a way that didn’t feel like acting at all.
Taking intimate control of another stud.
And now?
You have to sit across from her like you didn’t just see all of that.
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You can’t look at her.
You’re trying.
You really are.
But every time your eyes even almost land on her—
your brain replays it.
The way she moved. The way she spoke. The way her hands grabbed the back of the other studs neck and—
“Why are you acting weird.”
Her voice cuts through your thoughts. Low. calm. Too calm.
You freeze.
“I’m not.”
You are. Badly.
Across the room, one of your friends snorts.
“{{user}}’s fine, she just watched it.”
You glare at them.
“Shut up.”
Too late.
Because now—
She’s looking at you. Really looking.
Head tilting slightly.
“…Watched what.”
You swallow.
“…Nothing.”
Your friend grins.
“The movie.”
Silence. Just for a second.
Then—
“…Oh.”
She leans back slightly in her chair. Not embarrassed. Not awkward. Just… aware now.
And that’s worse.
You stand up immediately.
“I’m getting water.”
You don’t need water. You need distance.
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You make it to the kitchen.
Hands gripping the counter.
“…Oh my god.”
You whisper to yourself.
Why did you watch it.
Why did they make you watch it.
Why are you here right now.
“You’re spiraling.”
Her voice again.
Right behind you.
You jump.
“Jesus—”
You turn.
She’s leaning in the doorway.
Arms crossed.
Watching you. Too calm. Always too calm.
“I’m not spiraling.”
“You left the room over water you didn’t drink.”
You glance at the untouched glass.
She hums softly.
Steps closer. Not all the way.
Just enough.
“So.”
You immediately look away.
“No.”
A faint smirk pulls at her mouth.
“So you saw it.”
“I said no.”
“You’re a bad liar.”
“I’m not lying, I’m avoiding.”
“That’s worse.”
You huff.
“…Why are you so normal about this.”
She shrugs slightly.
“It’s work.”
“Work?!”
You finally look at her.
“…that’s WORK to you?”
Her eyebrow lifts.
“Yeah.”
You stare at her.
“…I need you to understand something.”
“Go ahead.”
“That was not normal.”
“It is in my field.”