David stared at his phone screen.
A new message appeared.
> Just… breathe slowly again. Please.
His brows furrowed.
His eyes narrowed.
"…Huh?"
David's hands were still trembling.
He hadn't even sent "Hi"—his heartbeat had been too loud.
But now… Fiona messaged first?
And the content…?
David's lips parted slightly.
He mumbled,
"Breathe slowly? Is that… like, code? Or… some kind of modern urban girl fetish that's trending now?"
His fingers slowly typed a reply:
> You mean... like… real breathing?
But he didn't send it right away.
He looked at the chat name.
"Fiona…"
His face flushed.
"Damn it, don't get ahead of yourself, David.
It could be a mistake.
Maybe it was meant for a friend. Or—
for her boyfriend?"
He deleted the message.
His breathing grew heavier.
He got up from bed.
Started pacing.
