#48: Hesitation Speaks Volumes
Steve looked down, avoiding her eyes. He toyed with his glass, swirling the ice. “It’s not as simple as going into a store,” he muttered. Melissa said nothing, letting the silence push him further.

His fingers tapped the table. His mind was spinning. She could see it—the internal battle, the weighing of lies and truth. She stayed quiet, steady, drawing him in with nothing more than her presence. The moment stretched thin. She was close. But was he about to confess—or shut down completely?
