OLIVIA
Taking a deep breath, I made my way back to our table, the energy of the dance still coursing through me. However, as I settled into my seat, my heart couldn't help but be drawn to the palpable tension emanating from Austin. His demeanor was a far cry from his usual easygoing self – he looked distant, brooding, and anything but fine.
Noticing his discomfort, the knot of worry tightened in my chest. The pull to comfort him was irresistible, and so I mustered the courage to break through the cloud of unease that seemed to have enveloped him. "Hey, Austin," I said softly, my voice carrying my concern. "Are you fine?" The question hung in the air between us, laden with the weight of my genuine worry.
Austin's gaze met mine, and his lips quickered in the faintest semblance of a smile
