"I want to talk with you in private,"
Nodding slowly, Amaya followed Zeya, her eyes wide and lips slightly parted, as if she were caught in a dream. The world around them faded, the laughter and noise dimming as they walked, leaving only the two of them at this moment. Zeya led her to the ladies' bathroom, far away from prying eyes, and locked the door with a soft click that echoed in the small space.
As Zeya turned to face her, she was taken aback by Amaya's dazed expression. Amaya stood there, lost in thought, her eyes distant and unfocused, as if she were staring through Zeya rather than at her. "Ahem!" Zeya cleared her throat, the sound sharp against the silence, hoping to draw Amaya back to reality.
