[EVE]
"Don't be so tense, Eve," Dean chuckled, his voice smooth and teasing. "You're making it look like I forced you to be here. That hurts my feelings, you know." He placed a hand over his chest dramatically, as if genuinely wounded.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "It's not like that. I'm just . . . worried about the show." I exhaled, trying to ease the tightness in my shoulders. "Honestly, though, I feel comfortable around you. It's weird because I just met you, but . . ." it felt like I've known you for a long time.
Dean smiled, something warm and knowing in his expression. "The feeling's mutual. That's why I want to get to know you—if you don't mind."
I met his gaze, feeling a rare sense of ease. "Not all. I feel exactly the same."
