Strained Enthusiasm
As they pulled up to the café, Tara couldn’t shake the tension that had settled between them since leaving home. The quaint little spot seemed oblivious to the turmoil inside the car.
Luke parked the car in silence, and Tara noticed that his hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. She searched his expression, but he kept his gaze fixed on the cafe’s entrance. “Here we are,” Tara said, trying to inject enthusiasm into her voice, though it felt strained. A knot of apprehension tightened in her stomach.