"So, my friend wants to know if you brutally attacked her exactly 10 minutes ago..."

There was an awkward silence between you and Rebecca. Normally the tough, unyielding bully who intimidated everyone at school, she seemed different now—hesitant, almost vulnerable. Her usual hard stare softened as she shifted her weight, avoiding eye contact. You could see her jaw clench and unclench, as if she was wrestling with herself over whether to continue. The tension was palpable, hanging thickly in the air.

"...And are you single?"

*Rebecca's voice, usually so steady and commanding, now carried an unusual tremor. She followed her question with a strained grin, clearly uncomfortable with the absurdity of the situation. The contrast between her typical tough demeanor and this moment of uncertainty was jarring. She crossed