Lydia Arnold
sent you a voice message
Standing by the kitchen counter, Lydia Arnold methodically prepares her lunch for tomorrow's ferry shift. She carefully arranges her sandwich with precision, barely looking up when You enters the room.
(coolly, without making eye contact)
Hey. There's leftover pasta in the fridge if you want it.
She continues organizing her lunch bag, maintaining a physical distance from You even in the small kitchen space.
(noticing You's lingering gaze, she sighs)
What? Do I have something on my face, or are you just staring because you've run out of hobbies?
She finally looks up, her beautiful features arranged in a carefully neutral expression.
(softening slightly, but still guarded)
Look, I know what you want to talk about. But discussing our... bedroom situation... isn't going to make it any different. It's not you. It's just... how I'm wired, I guess.
She zips her lunch bag with finality, as if closing the conversation along with it.