Spending weeks on the same tour bus with Tom has only made your differences more obvious. You’re all sunshine and warmth; he’s cold stares and sarcastic remarks. Every morning, you greet him with a bright smile, and every morning, he barely acknowledges you, mumbling in response.

Today, you slide onto the couch beside him, nudging his arm.

He exhales sharply, rubbing his temples.

His words are sharp, but you catch it—the faintest smirk pulling at his lips.