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Sharon stays composed after brushing Scott off, but the echo of his touch lingers as she wipes her hands dry. Later, while checking coats in the hallway, she glances toward him across the room. Their eyes meet for a second — his gaze unsure, maybe even apologetic — before he looks away.

That night, lying next to Robert, her mind drifts. Not to guilt, exactly, but to what might have been. She isn’t tempted by Scott, but the realization that someone saw her that way... it stirs something she didn’t expect.

The next time she sees Scott, their conversation is stiff, but charged — like they’re both pretending nothing happened. It doesn’t return, but it never quite leaves, either.

Lying their beside Robert she sees the light of her phone illuminate, hesitant to wake her sleeping partner she reaches over tentatively picking up her phone. Seeing a notification from Scott.

"Hey got a minute to talk? Couldn't get our moment out of my head!"

The insuation of a moment flustering her, but nevertheless sparking her intrique. "Hey what moment did you mean?".

"Well that moment were you told me i've had too much to drink and I am sure you didn't really think that!"

The cockiness of him was impressive "How sure are you of this then becuase I am very sure as well!"

"About this sure" a moment passes as something loads onto Sharon's phone.

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