Ginny sat across from Lucy, the faint glow of their laptops the only source of light in the room. Lucy's fingers danced across the trackpad as she scrolled through Ginny's work, her brows furrowed in concentration. Lines of code, testing logs, and simulation results filled the screen, the culmination of countless sleepless nights.
But Lucy didn't look impressed. She looked... hesitant.
"I don't know, Ginny..."
Her voice was quiet, uncharacteristically so, and her fingers stilled on the trackpad.
Ginny frowned, her confusion slipping into frustration.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" she asked, her tone sharper than she intended. "This is what we've been working toward. Why are you backing out now?"
Lucy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as if trying to ward off a headache.
"It's not that I'm backing out," she said, her voice weary. "It's just... I don't think this is the way to go about it anymore."
