David cleared his throat softly, then reached for his jacket with a slightly awkward motion. "I… I'll get going," he said briefly, his voice sounding a little heavier than usual. Without waiting for a reply, he strode quickly toward the door.
Fiona remained seated, her eyes following David's back until the door clicked shut. Silence filled the room, broken only by the faint hum of the fridge in the corner.
At first, she just stared blankly, her mind empty. But somehow, the corners of her lips slowly lifted into a faint smile—a smile she didn't even realize she was making.
When she finally noticed, Fiona quickly shook her head and patted her cheeks lightly. "Oh my God… why am I happy about this?" she murmured under her breath.
Usually, whenever a man—whether intentionally or not—glanced at her chest, she would feel uncomfortable. Angry. Wanting to push them away. But… if it was David?
