It was a moment suspended in time.
Nina could see it all—the subtle touches, the lingering gazes, the way Ross's hand rested protectively on Carrie's waist, the tilt of her head as she smiled at him with quiet certainty.
And in that instant, Nina realized something that both thrilled and terrified her: Carrie wasn't just untouchable in Ross's arms—she was untouchable in every way.
And yet, despite everything, Nina could not move.
Her body refused, her eyes refusing to leave the two lovers, as if rooted to the spot by the sheer intensity of what she was witnessing.
"I… I… I just got here. What is your boyfriend doing here?" Nina stammered, cheeks flaming.
The female washroom was supposed to be private—a sanctuary from boys—but Ross was standing there, tall, composed, and utterly magnetic.
"Carrie took a long time in here, so I just came in to check on her," Ross said, his deep, commanding voice resonating in the small space.
