Jacques had been watching Coco for a while now— her sharp, questioning gaze lingering on her furrowed brow, the way Coco's fingers tightened and loosened against her coat sleeves, the absent gnawing of her lip.
She was worried. Overthinking. And worse— she wouldn't ask for help.
It worried her because Coco was the type to bury her thoughts deep— to carry burdens silently rather than reach out.
Well.. Not unless someone dragged it out of her.
"Coco." She called out to her friend, her voice low but deliberate, catching everyone's attention.
Coco's head snapped up, eyes wide, as if startled out of a trance, and she shot Jacques a puzzled look, but Jacques held her gaze.
"Whatever's spinning in that head of yours.." Jacques started and trailed off, searching in the back of her for the right words. "Can you please tell us?"
Her inquiry left no room for evasion, no escape.
