Jack's behavior had been strange for the past two days. Sarah couldn’t ignore it. He seemed distracted, always looking at his phone or lost in thought. When she asked if something was wrong, Jack dismissed her concerns with a vague smile and an even vaguer, “Just work stuff.” But Sarah knew him well enough to recognize when he was hiding something.
Today, Sarah was having lunch with her friend Clara at a cozy restaurant in the city. The place was bustling with customers, their chatter blending with the clinking of cutlery.
“I swear, Jack’s been acting so weird lately,” Sarah confessed, stirring her iced tea absentmindedly.
“Weird how?” Clara asked, raising an eyebrow as she cut into her salad.
“He’s distracted. Like, he’s here, but his mind is somewhere else. I’ve asked him about it, b
