The tension between us hung in the air, thick and undeniable. I could feel it, even with the sudden shift in Brenda's demeanor after I mentioned my last name. But there was something else too—something that hadn't dimmed, even after the awkward moment passed.
I pushed myself up from the chair, feeling slightly unsteady on my feet, not just from the drinks but from the intensity of the moment. I stood tall, my eyes locking onto Brenda's. She was watching me with that same guarded expression, but I couldn't ignore the way her gaze lingered, the way she studied me with a kind of fascination that sent a shiver down my spine.
As I stared back at her, something in the air shifted again, this time more electric, more charged. It was like a current running between us, sparking with each passing second. My pulse quickened, my breath catching in my throat as the space between us seemed to shrink, despite neither of us moving.
