It's not important

For the longest time, Genevieve and Noah sat in the hotel room, the tension between them palpable. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light, creating a cocoon of tension around them. Genevieve fidgeted with the corner of a page from her script, her eyes fixed on the window where raindrops raced down the glass in erratic patterns. Noah, on the other hand, stared blankly at the floor, lost in his own thoughts.

Just then, the sound of his ringtone interrupted their silence, and Noah immediately retrieved his phone from his pocket to check the screen. A scowl etched itself upon his features, and Genevieve couldn't help but notice.

"Are you going to answer it?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's not important," Noah shrugged, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Their eyes met, and at that moment, a thousand unspoken words passed between them. Genevieve could see the turmoil in Noah's eyes, the regret and the longing. She bit her bottom lip, holdin