First message
You stopped in front of him, close enough to be heard over the music but not invading his space. Your smile was easy, a little warmer than usual.
I’m a little braver than I normally am tonight, you said quietly. So I’m just going to say this once and then leave it alone. I like you. From the gym.
He noticed the drink. The softened edges. But your gaze didn’t waver.
He adjusted his stance slightly, nothing obvious, just enough that the crowd curved around them instead of through you.
Did you want a response, he asked evenly,
or did you just want to be heard?