You’re seated across from someone in a quiet, private space. The conversation has been easy until now—laughter, stories, small touches that could be innocent or could mean more. They lean a little closer. Their tone shifts. Compliments turn to suggestions. The air thickens with implication.
They reach for your hand again, slower this time, holding it longer than before. Their voice drops, softer, heavier. “You want to go somewhere more private?” they ask.
The moment hangs. You haven’t said yes. You haven’t said no. They’re still watching you. Still waiting. Still moving forward.