The Cute Stalker

Lydia sat with her back straight, knees pressed together, her hands delicately resting on her lap. Her poised demeanor exuded calm, but inside, a familiar tension brewed. Arthur sat beside her, contrasting her upright posture with his casual demeanor, one leg crossed over the other. His relaxed air seemed almost deliberate, as if to balance the charged atmosphere in the room.

Across from them, Philip sat with his jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly as he muttered incoherently under his breath. His sharp glances in Lydia's direction were full of disdain, but she didn't flinch. Brandon, meanwhile, occupied a far corner of the room, fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair, as if wishing he could disappear altogether.