Just as Camila and I are engaged in an uneasy conversation, the front door swings open, and Jay walks in. Both Camila and I turn to look at him, our expressions a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
Camila is the first to break the silence, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. "Jay," she begins, "we need to talk."
Jay's eyes dart between Camila and me, clearly caught off guard by her unexpected presence. He nods slowly, a sense of apprehension in his gaze. "Yeah, we do."
As they exchange tense glances, I am acutely aware of my own presence in this awkward reunion. I am not sure how to behave, caught between the person I have strong feelings for and the person who is his current girlfriend.
I decide to give them some space, rising from my seat and excusing myself with a polite but str
