Tom looked like he wanted to argue further, but something in my expression must have stopped him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, Stella. I'll drop it. For now."
We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us palpable. Finally, I decided to change the subject.
"So, about that raincheck," I said, forcing a smile. "I was thinking maybe we could try that new Italian place tomorrow night?"
Tom's expression lightened a bit. "Yeah, that sounds great. I've heard good things about their pasta."
As we began discussing dinner plans, I felt some of the tension dissipate. But I could still sense Tom's curiosity and frustration simmering beneath the surface.
"Stella," Tom said suddenly, interrupting our conversation about wine pairings. "I'm sorry if I came on too str
