I am hunched over my desk, absorbed in the final stretch of my assignment, determined to get it just right. A week has passed since the awkward incidents in the kitchen with Jay and Camila, and there hasn't been any mention of that ill-fated kiss. It's as if we have both collectively decided to bury it, and the unspoken tension between us lingers like a heavy cloud.
Just when I am about to finish a particularly challenging paragraph, a knock on my bedroom door startles me. I glance at the clock it's late afternoon. I hastily save my work and call out, "Come in."
The door swings open, and Jay steps inside, his phone pressed to his ear. He's deep in conversation with someone, and it seems like they are making plans of some sort. Jay flashes me a quick apologetic smile as he continues talki
