She has this contemplative look like she's debating whether to tell me something or not. But trust me, I won't accept a no for an answer.

And I have no intention of pressuring her. I move closer, gently squeezing her shoulder. She places her hand on mine, acknowledging my presence. 

Her gaze seems distant, and she fidgets with her nails, a sign of nervousness. Zach and I are great, but whenever I'm on my period, I notice he gets that look.

It's like a switch flips, and suddenly, there's this tension in the air. I try to brush it off, but it's hard not to notice.

She pauses as if...