Maya tapped her foot, the rhythm a frantic counterpoint to the upbeat music blasting from Liam’s apartment. The invitation, hand-delivered with a flourish, promised a rooftop barbecue. Fine, good for Liam. But Maya was hosting a quiet book club gathering that same evening, and the simultaneous events felt like a deliberate act. Her stomach churned, a feeling she couldn't quite place, as she reread the text from Liam: "Can't wait to celebrate! Come ready to party!" The carefully chosen words practically vibrated with an enthusiasm that felt… off.
She smoothed the front of her dress, already regretting her choice. The book club had been planned for weeks. Now, Maya pictured the sparse, low-key gathering she'd painstakingly organized overshadowed by Liam’s promised revelry. She fiddled with the strap of her bag, a sudden, inexplicable urge to cancel the entire thing washing over her.
The elevator doors opened, and Liam bounded out, all smiles and a massive grin. "Maya! Perfect timing! Just popping down to get more ice." His easy greeting felt manufactured, the cheerful facade almost too bright. He clapped her on the shoulder a little too hard, and the action sent a jolt of something that wasn't joy through her.