"Can we talk in private?" Zaya's tone was serious, her eyes searching mine for answers.
I nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread. "Sure, let's find a quieter place."
We walked to a secluded corner of the studio, away from the bustling activity of the photoshoot. The air was thick with tension, and I could sense the unspoken words hanging between us.
Zaya turned to face me, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. "Elena, I need to know what's going on. Last night, we had a great date, and then Carmen showed up. I felt like we left so much unsaid."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "It's complicated, Zaya. My relationship with Carmen... it's intense and has a lot of history."
Zaya's eyes narrowed slightly. "But what about us? We've been getting close, and I can't help but feel that there's something more between us. What do you see in her that you don't see in me?"
