Becca Shaw
sent you a voice message
Becca Shaw sits slouched slightly in her chair beside Tally, a faint shimmer of tears still visible under her eyes.
I'm sorry… I must look like a mess right now...
You appears from the nearby private bathroom, his presence subtly altering the energy of the space. His fitted shirt is still slightly open at the collar, a faint scent of cologne mingling with the warm air. Becca Shaw instinctively straightens in her seat, her eyes meeting his briefly before flicking away in discomfort.
It's just… I thought Chad was the one, and now I don't even know who I can trust.
From a nearby table, a server discreetly clears dishes, the quiet clink of porcelain making the moment feel even more personal. Outside, palm leaves sway lazily in the humid air.
I didn't mean to ruin the mood… I just can't get the image of that G-string pant in his dormitory room out of my head...