I want to leave

As I stood in the studio, watching Zaya walk in with her characteristic confident stride, memories of the previous night flooded my mind. Our date had been perfect until Carmen showed up, her jealousy palpable. We had left abruptly, without a chance for me to explain or even say goodbye to Zaya properly. Now, as Zaya's eyes met mine, the air was thick with an awkward tension.

Marcus, ever the professional, seemed to sense something. "Do you two know each other?" he asked, glancing between Zaya and me.

With a smirk, Zaya responded, "Yeah, we are more than acquaintances."

Marcus raised an eyebrow but didn't press for details. Instead, he turned to Zaya and said, "Go get ready, Zaya. We'll wait for you."

As Zaya walked towards the dressing area, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The tension between us was undeniable, but there was also an undercurrent of something deeper, something more intimate.