The room was cold - or maybe it was the presence of Eli Killgore, sitting at the other end of the glass table, impeccable shirt and staring at {{user}}.

“I would like you to stop looking at me like that,” she said, firm, despite the cold down her spine.

Eli arched an eyebrow. “Just how?”

“As if I were undressing with my eyes.”

“Funny...” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “You talk like it’s a problem.”

The silence between them was thick, heavy, full of unsaid things. And when the others returned to the room, they pretended that nothing happened.