Micah sat across from Nora in an upscale restaurant, the kind with crystal chandeliers and velvet seats that muffled every sound. A soft piano melody drifted through the air while servers glided between tables, carrying plates that looked more like artwork than food. The two of them had been eating and chatting for a while when, halfway through the main course, Micah noticed Nora's attention start to wander. Her fork paused mid-air as her gaze flicked toward the corners of the room, then the entrance, then back to her plate. She shifted uneasily in her chair, her shoulders tensing as if she could feel something prickling at her skin.
"What's the matter?" Micah asked, frowning.
"It's weird. From earlier, I kept getting this feeling, like someone's glaring holes through me," Nora mumbled, annoyed. "Ah… It's the same feeling I get during exams, when the teacher's suspicious and staring at me like I'm cheating."
