The door clicked shut behind Nicole and Maya, their laughter fading into the hallway. I stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where they'd been, trying to process everything.
It wasn't just their unexpected arrival or the way they'd teased us—it was the tension that lingered now, thick and unspoken, hanging in the air like an invisible weight.
I glanced over at Zaya. She was standing by the kitchen counter, her back to me, her fingers drumming softly against the smooth surface.
For someone who usually carried herself with such confidence, she looked... hesitant. Almost shy. It was a side of her I rarely saw, and it stirred something warm in my chest.
"So," I said softly, breaking the silence. "That was... unexpected."
Zaya turned slightly, her dark eyes meeting mine. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—nervousness, maybe? Or was it just me overthinking things again?