Henry's POV
After we were done, Camila informed me that she was tired and wanted to go home and rest for the night.
I got up and left with her to help her get a cab home. While we were waiting for a cab, we didn't say anything to each other, and it felt kind of awkward.
As we stood on the sidewalk, the city sounds surrounding us, the awkward silence between Camila and me was palpable.
The weight of our complicated situation hung in the air, making casual conversation seem like an impossible feat.
Finally, a cab pulled up to the curb, and I held the door open for Camila. She nodded appreciatively, and we both settled into the back seat, the distance between us emphasizing the emotional gap that still needed bridging.
The cab ride was filled with the hum of the engine and the distant noises of the city. I couldn't help but steal glances at Camila, wondering what was going on in her mind.
