When the temperature in the room rises, it's not just the weather I notice. It鈥檚 those fleeting glances, the laughter that lingers in the air, and the way the simplest moments seem charged with something electric. Just a little spark, but it makes me wonder what else might be brewing beneath the surface.When the temperature in the room rises
When the temperature in the room rises, it's not just the weather I notice. It鈥檚 those fleeting glances, the laughter that lingers in the air, and the way the simplest moments seem charged with something electric. 馃尅锔忊湪 Just a little spark, but it makes me wonder what else might be brewing beneath the surface.When the temperature in the room rises
