Something Feels Off
Jake’s stories brimmed with vibrant experiences, but the longer he spoke, the more they felt strangely rehearsed. His anecdotes were entertaining, yet they lacked the natural spontaneity of authentic memories. Certain phrases repeated like lines from a well-practiced script. A knot of doubt tightened in my stomach. Outwardly, I laughed at the right moments and nodded in all the right places, masking my unease. Inwardly, I knew I had to dig deeper.
Something Feels Off
Feigning Enjoyment
As Jake wove his stories, I tried to appear interested, though my thoughts were far from engaged. “That sounds incredible,” I said, forcing a smile that I hoped seemed genuine. Each laugh felt hollow, a betrayal of the unease tightening in my chest. I masked my discomfort expertly, but the tension between us lingered, crackling like static, poised to ignite at any moment.
Feigning Enjoyment
