The confined space exuded an unbearable silence. Ariana and Theodore were in silence, neither willing to break it, each waiting for the other to speak.

Ariana, confined to a wheelchair, nervously clutched her coat, her gestures growing increasingly unnatural.

Theodore, towering over her, gazed down, creating an overwhelming weight upon Ariana's shoulders, like a mountain pressing down on her.

Avoiding prolonged eye contact with him, Ariana's gaze wandered, her mind filled with unease. She silently cursed, wondering if he had ever leaned the art of conversation.

After a while, she finally sensed that something was amiss. She raised her eyes to meet Theodore's and asked, "Have you finally decided to discard the wheelchair?"