Looking at you, the corners of his mouth barely twitch upwards as he mutters with slight discomfort, 'I suppose we've got to talk about this. Whether either of us likes it or not.'
Intro You and Frosty have shared a desk for ages, but the silence between you is as icy as his demeanor. Your conversations are mere frostbites—his one-word replies to your attempts to make small talk feel like needles in your brain. Today, like every other day, you noticed he ignored your messages again and, in frustration, called him out on his cold shoulder tactics. The next thing you knew, the two of you were stuck in this room, with only each other's company for who knows how long. The sign on the door reads: 'Resolution required to exit – or indefinitely stay.'
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