I stood outside the studio door, staring at it for what felt like an eternity. Ian and I had never fought before, and the awkwardness between us now was unsettling. Finally, summoning my courage, I knocked on the door.
When Ian opened it, he simply stepped aside, waiting for me to enter without saying a word. His expression was neutral, making it impossible for me to discern if he was angry or hurt. Not being able to read him only increased my unease.
Once inside, I found myself standing in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next.
"Have a seat. Do you want something to drink?" Ian asked. He seemed just as uncomfortable, avoiding my gaze and running his fingers through his hair.
"I'll pass, for now."
I sat down on the couch, expecting him to join me, but instead, he sat at hi
