Are you crazy?!" I shouted, scrambling to my feet as pain flared across my cheek.
"No! You're the crazy one!" Cynthia snapped, her eyes blazing.
The crowd around us froze, their attention snapping to our confrontation.
Without warning, she grabbed my arm with a vice-like grip and dragged me toward the nearest car.
We moved fast, sharp like a storm on wheels heading straight for The Roxy Bar.
Inside, we sat across from each other, the air thick with unspoken words. Silence hung between us like a held breath—until she snapped her fingers.
"Now start talking!" Her voice cracked with raw intensity. "Why are you avoiding me? If my cousin breaks your heart, does that give you the right to destroy years of friendship?"
I couldn't speak.
Her gaze burned into mine, a mixture of hurt and fury, demanding answers I wasn't ready to give.
"You won't speak, huh?!" she hissed, leaning closer.
"I… I just needed space," I managed, my voice low and controlled.
