Bargin for sex.

"Am not crazy! I know what I'm talking about!" Lucia exclaimed.

She stood in the middle of the dance floor like a statue, eyes wide and heart racing, every gaze in the room fixed upon her. The atmosphere was electric, holding its breath in tension.

No one dared to say a word, especially not in the presence of Miguel Reynolds.

"Come on, Lucia, calm down."

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his touch warm, but she felt a chill run down her spine. To him, she was just over exaggerating thing and maybe she was just imagining things.

"Lucia," a new voice floated to her, breaking through her despair. It was Carlos, his calm demeanor a balm to her frantic thoughts. He approached slowly, with his medic experiences , he told her to close her eyes and take a deep breath for a moment.

"Take a deep breath. Let's talk this through, okay? Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?"