"I am Elena D'Souza." I introduced myself, my voice wavering ever so slightly.
"Yes, I know," Mr. Huston replied with a warm smile, his eyes fixed on me. I felt his gaze, and it made my heart race.
As we continued our conversation, I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. Instead, I stared at the ground, feeling a lump form in my throat. My nervousness had taken hold of me, and I gulped, unsure of what to say next. Mr. Huston, on the other hand, seemed relaxed and composed.
I sensed that he had noticed my hesitation and the way I was avoiding his gaze. My palms grew clammy, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. It was as if the weight of the situation had pressed down on me, leaving me lost for words.
But then something unexpected happened. I could hear the faint sound of movement, and I looked up in surprise. Mr. Huston had started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Panic surged through me.
