I’m the one who’s losing it
Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. Elara thought as she continued trailing behind Amara, who was clearly doing her best to avoid direct eye contact.
Amara led the way through the set, her awkwardness almost palpable. It was like she was trying to stay invisible, despite the ridiculous sunglasses and wig making her stick out like a sore thumb. Elara, for her part, pretended to be completely oblivious, keeping up the charade.
"Over here, we have the... uh... storage area," Amara said, waving a hand towards a stack of crates like they were the most fascinating objects on earth. She barely looked in Elara's direction, as if avoiding her gaze would somehow help maintain her anonymity.
Elara suppressed a smirk. This is gold.