Travis leaned against the mahogany bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass while stealing furtive glances at Camila. Her laughter rang through the air like delicate chimes, but as their eyes met across the crowded room, the mirth faded from her gaze, replaced by a silent plea for understanding.

　　"Camila," he began, his voice a thread of concern as they found a quiet corner away from prying eyes. "You've been avoiding the topic all evening. What's going on with you and ...