Nia turned the corner, her eyes scanning the hall for Khalil. She spotted him ahead, his tall frame accompanied by a woman with curly brown hair. Nia's heart skipped a beat as she watched the woman's hand brush against Khalil's arm, her laughter echoing through the hall.
Khalil's expression was stoic, his eyes fixed ahead, and his jaw clenched. Nia sensed tension in his body, a discomfort that he couldn't hide. She didn't know who this woman was, but she could tell that Khalil wasn't enjoying her company.
As Nia approached them, Khalil's senses flared to life, his eyes flicking towards her for a brief moment before returning to his stoic mask. Nia knew that he had sensed her and that he was aware of her presence, but he didn't acknowledge her and didn't want to draw attention to their co
