The following days felt… different.
Sharon and Dylan still worked on their project, but something had changed.
They didn't laugh as much.
Didn't talk about random things.
Everything felt formal.
Distant.
"Here," Sharon said one afternoon, handing him her notes.
"Thanks," Dylan replied.
That was it.
No teasing.
No smiles.
Just silence.
At one point, Dylan tried to say something.
"Sharon, about the other day—"
"It's fine," she interrupted quickly.
He frowned. "But—"
"I said it's fine."
Dylan leaned back in his chair, clearly frustrated.
"Why are you acting like this?"
Sharon looked at him.
"Like what?"
"Like I did something wrong."
She hesitated.
"You didn't," she said quietly.
But her tone said otherwise.
Dylan sighed.
And just like that, the distance between them grew even wider.