Sitting around the table, the atmosphere is thick with awkwardness. My mind is blank, I have no lines to say and try to occupy the silence. For the first time, I witness a side of Chris I never thought existed—a nervous Chris.
His forehead glistens with sweat despite the coolness of the room, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanour.
Attempting to gauge Candy's reaction without making it too obvious, I steal a glance her way. Her sharp intuition hasn't missed the oddity of the situation; the slight furrow in her brow tells me she senses something amiss.
Her concern is evident as she leans in slightly, her voice soft yet firm.
"Are you okay?"
She directs the question at Chris, who manages only a nod in response. His inability to articulate his feelings only adds to the growing sense of unease at this table.
Despite his silent assurance, the question hangs in the air, unanswered, amplifying the tension rather than diffusing it.
