Mixed Signals
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Chapter Three – Mixed Signals
The days that followed were strange.
Daniel told himself to stay away from Ava to let things cool down. But life had other plans.
Ava seemed everywhere.
At Sophie’s apartment, at the café downstairs, even at the gym he joined to “clear his head.” Each time, the universe seemed to laugh in his face.
He noticed the small things how she avoided his eyes, how she laughed a little too loudly when Sophie was around, and how she left a room the moment he entered.
But when their eyes did meet, there was something there. Something neither could hide.
One evening, Sophie invited a few friends over for movie night.
Daniel walked in with a bowl of popcorn, only to find Ava already curled up on the couch, wearing a soft blue hoodie and holding a blanket.
“Don’t look so surprised,” she said quietly, noticing his hesitation.
“I’m not,” he lied, taking a seat beside her.
The lights dimmed, the movie started, and the room filled with laughter. But Daniel couldn’t focus on the screen. Every time Ava shifted beside him, every accidental touch of her knee against his, every faint brush of her perfume—it all made his heartbeat louder.
Halfway through the movie, Sophie excused herself to answer a phone call. The room fell into an uneasy quiet between them.
Ava whispered, “You shouldn’t sit this close.”
Daniel leaned slightly closer, his voice low. “Then why haven’t you moved?”
Her breath caught, and she looked at him — really looked this time.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered.
“Maybe,” he said softly, “but I’m honest.”
Their eyes held for a moment too long, the kind of silence that says everything words can’t.
Sophie’s footsteps returned from the hallway, breaking the spell. Ava quickly shifted away, pretending to focus on the screen. Daniel leaned back, jaw tight, forcing himself to stay still.
Later that night, when everyone left, he found Ava on the balcony, arms folded, staring at the city lights.
“You okay?” he asked.
She didn’t look at him. “You make it hard to think straight, Daniel.”
He smiled faintly. “Funny. You do the same to me.”
She sighed, shaking her head. “We can’t do this. I can’t hurt Sophie.”
“I’m not asking you to,” he said gently. “I just want to know if you feel it too.”
Ava hesitated. “That’s the problem,” she whispered, finally meeting his eyes. “I do.”
For a heartbeat, time stopped. The city noise faded, and all that remained was the space between them — charged, fragile, alive.
Before either could move, Sophie’s voice called from inside, breaking the moment again.
Ava stepped back, her voice trembling. “This has to stop.”
Daniel watched her go, his heart heavy.
He knew she meant it… but her eyes had told a different story.
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