Julian's POV
I feel irritated and I can't explain why. It's been eating at me for days, this constant low-level annoyance that makes everything feel off.
A few days ago, I saw Bryson at a cafe with someone - dark hair, leather jacket, sitting close across the table. They were laughing about something, completely absorbed in their conversation. I'd only gone in to grab coffee before heading to the library, but seeing them together made me turn around and leave without ordering anything.
Now I've overheard him on the phone with someone named Rowan. His voice went all soft and friendly in a way that made my jaw clench involuntarily. He was smiling while he talked, the kind of genuine smile I never see him give anyone at practice.
My mind makes quick assumptions, filling in blank
