Bea swirled the amber liquid in her glass, the dim neon lights of the club casting playful reflections on the polished surface. The bass of the music vibrated through her chest, but she hardly noticed; her eyes kept flicking to the corner where Kafziel and Aniela were talking quietly, their heads close together. Why are they always like that? she thought, a pang of jealousy twisting in her stomach.
Her friends leaned in, nudging her with teasing grins. “So… are you and your ex back together yet?” one asked, voice slightly slurred from the alcohol and the noise around them.
Bea shrugged, lifting her glass to her lips. The cool liquid burned as it went down, but she ignored it. Her gaze stayed fixed on Kafziel, who laughed softly at something Aniela had said. I take that as a no, the first
