Felix didn't expect to bump into Debbie at the karaoke bar. When he walked up to her table, she froze mid-chicken wing bite.
"Felix?" she said, trying to wipe her hands on a napkin without looking like she cared.
"You're… singing now?" Felix asked, his tone laced with curiosity—and a hint of amusement.
Debbie shrugged. "It's… an experiment."
Ken, oblivious to the tension, interrupted, "Felix, right?
Debbie talks about you all the time!"
Debbie's face turned crimson. "No, I don't!" she
snapped, glaring at Ken, who was already reaching for another wing.
Felix tried not to smile. "Well, good to see you're…
experimenting."