"I'm okay," I muttered, hoisting my bag onto my shoulder as I made to exit.
Jason let out a skeptical laugh. "Oh really? Then why's the cutting board still out?" he remarked, gesturing to the table behind me.
I glanced back and shrugged. "It's not a big deal," I responded, attempting to leave.
Jason's brow creased as he blocked my path.
"What's going on with you? You're behaving strangely and it's concerning me," he said, his worry evident.
Irritation surged through me, and I began to speak, "I'm—"
Jason set his jaw stubbornly. "Don't tell me you're fine, because you clearly aren't. You look ghostly pale, you're closing up shop way too early, and you always tidy everything before leaving, no matter what."
I averted my gaze, focusing on the floor instead.
"Talk to me, Selena. I'm really worried," he said gently, moving closer.