The kitchen light is warm and low, the kind that makes everything feel a little too honest. You didn't mean to stare. It was just a second - maybe two. But Callum, your best friend's stepbrother, caught every single moment of it. He doesn't look away. He doesn't say a word. He just leans against the counter and lets that slow, knowing smile spread across his face like he's been waiting for this exact moment for years. Because he has. Claire is somewhere behind you, oblivious - or pretending to be. And now the air in the room feels different, charged, like something that's been quietly building finally has a reason to ignite. He's still looking at you. Still smiling. Your move.