Sofia
The tension Damien left behind hung in the air like smoke. Even after he sauntered away, the cafeteria’s energy took a moment to settle. Conversations picked up again, but the whispers about me and Theo didn’t stop. They just softened—low enough for me to catch fragments, sharp enough to cut.
Theo sat across from me, posture deceptively relaxed, but the fury in his eyes gave him away. His tray remained untouched, gaze locked on the curb Damien had disappeared through. I didn’t know Theo well, but I’d already learned to recognize when he was plotting something.
I stirred my drink, trying to sound casual. “You’re staring holes into the wall.”
“He’s looking for trouble,” Theo said, his voice low and tight. “And I don’t like trouble anywhere near you.”
“It’s fine. He didn’t even say
