Seeking A Clue

Mandy paced the living room, nerves on edge as she rehearsed her words. The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting streaks of light that did little to brighten her mood. She had stayed up all night, wrestling with thoughts of Davis, his intense brown eyes, and the way his presence made her heart race and her thoughts scatter. She couldn’t hold it in any longer; she needed to know where she stood with him.

When Davis finally emerged from his room, looking slightly disheveled but no less handsome, Mandy wasted no time. “Davis, can we talk?”

He nodded, sensing the urgency in her voice, and they sat down on the couch. The air between them felt heavy, as if the words Mandy was about to say would tip their delicate balance.

Mandy’s voice quivered as she began, “I need to know, Davis... do you feel anything for me? I mean, really feel anything? Because I can’t keep pretending that this is nothing. I thought I could handle it, just being around you, but it’s driving me insane.