Sarah paced nervously in her apartment, running her fingers through her hair. The knock on the door made her jump, her heart racing. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the doorknob.
"Tyler, thanks for coming," she said, opening the door, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tyler strolled in, his usual confident smirk in place. His eyes swept over Sarah, taking in her disheveled appearance and nervous energy. "Hey beautiful. What's so urgent? I came as soon as I saw your message. You look like you've seen a ghost."
Sarah gestured for him to sit on the couch, her movements jerky and uncertain. "We need to talk. It's... it's important."
"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good," Tyler said, raising an eyebrow as he sat on the couch. He leaned back, trying to appear relaxed, but his eyes never left Sarah's face. "Come on, spill it. What's got you so worked up?"