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Delicia Opens Up to Shayla About Iman’s Feelings

The afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows of the community center, casting soft golden streaks across the room. Shayla was sorting through paintbrushes when she heard the door open behind her. She didn’t turn immediately—she knew the sound of Delicia’s footsteps anywhere.

“Hey,” Delicia said, her voice lighter than usual, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.

Shayla glanced up. “You alright? You look like you’ve been thinking too hard.”

Delicia hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek the way she always did when she was nervous. “I need to talk to you,” she said. “About Iman.”

Shayla froze. Iman. The name alone made her pulse quicken for reasons she wasn’t ready to admit. She set the brushes down slowly, worried—and curious.

“What about her?” Shayla asked, trying to sound casual.

Delicia exhaled and sat across from her, resting her elbows on the table. “She told me something. Something important. And… I didn’t know whether I should tell you. But it’s been eating at me.”

Shayla’s eyebrows rose. “Delicia, spit it out. What did she say?”

Delicia looked her friend in the eyes, searching for the right words. “Iman… feels something. About you.”

Shayla blinked, confusion slipping across her face. “Feels something? What does that even mean?”

Delicia leaned back, suddenly exhausted by the weight of the secret she’d been carrying. “It means she’s been trying so hard to hide how she feels, and she’s failing miserably. She’s confused. She’s scared. But mostly… she’s drawn to you.”

A quiet stillness filled the room.

Shayla let the words settle in her chest, warm and heavy. She’d always sensed something in the way Iman watched her—those lingering glances, those moments where their conversations felt too deep for casual friendship. Still, she never dared to assume.

“She told you all that?” Shayla whispered.

Delicia nodded. “It surprised me too. Iman’s always guarded. But last night, she finally opened up. She said being around you makes her feel seen. She said you make her want to be better… and she’s terrified of what that means.”

Shayla’s breath hitched, emotions pulling at her throat. “Why didn’t she just tell me herself?”

“Because she thinks she’s not enough,” Delicia said gently. “Because she thinks she’ll ruin everything if she says the wrong thing. Because she thinks you won’t feel the same.”

Shayla looked down at her hands, suddenly remembering every moment she’d brushed off as coincidence—the quick smiles, the nervous fidgeting, the way Iman’s voice softened when she said her name.

“I wish she knew,” Shayla murmured, “that she never had a reason to be scared of me.”

Delicia’s eyes widened slightly. “So… you do feel something too.”

Shayla didn’t deny it. She didn’t have to.

Before she could respond, the door opened again. Iman stepped inside, unaware that she had just walked into the very conversation about her heart. She paused when she saw the two of them, her expression unreadable.

“Hey,” Iman said softly. “Did I interrupt something?”

Shayla stood up slowly. She looked at Delicia, who gave her the smallest encouraging nod, then turned to Iman with a gentle, knowing smile.

“No,” Shayla said as she walked toward her. “Actually… we were just talking about you.”

Iman swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Oh? What about me?”

Shayla stopped a step away from her, her voice calm but real. “About your feelings. And I think… it’s time we talked.”

Delicia watched from her seat, a quiet smile spreading across her face. She knew she had done the right thing. Sometimes hearts needed a little push to start speaking the truth.

And in that golden, sunlit room, the first conversation that would change everything finally began