Liam walked over to Ava, his gaze steady, not leaving her face for a second. There was a softness in his eyes, like he was searching for something beyond the surface.
"What's the problem?" he asked gently, his voice low and comforting, almost like a whisper meant just for her.
He stepped in closer, his hand lightly brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. He didn't move back. His face was just inches from hers now, close enough for her to feel his breath.
"Are you still getting trouble getting over him?" he asked again, his voice coated with concern, his brows slightly furrowed.
Ava gave a small, tired laugh. There was a hint of wine on her breath and a bit of wobble in her stance. She tried to duck under his arm to walk away, but Liam was quick. He moved, placing his hand firmly on the wall beside her head, blocking her way. She chuckled again, a tipsy smirk on her lips.
"It's not like that," she said, her words slightly slurred.
