"But..."
"There's easily a decade difference in our age, and you're my daughter's friend. How can I..." Laiva said, trying to keep her composure, her voice steady despite the obvious tension in the air. She was trying to play it cool, but Leon wasn't going to let her dodge the question.
He stayed firm, his eyes locked on hers. "...Do you want this or not?" he asked, his voice calm but direct, cutting through her hesitations.
Laiva paused, her gaze dropping briefly as she took a deep breath. She wasn't the type to let emotions sway her, but something about Leon's straightforwardness left her unable to brush him off.
"You don't make things easy, do you?" she finally said, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"I'm not trying to," he replied. "I just want the truth."
She sighed, her posture relaxing slightly as she met his eyes again. "It's not about what I want, Leon. It's about whether this is the right thing to do."
