Orion subtly signed the word for "bathroom" to Dorea, his gesture barely noticeable to anyone but her. His expression remained neutral, but a hint of urgency colored his movements.
Dorea blinked in response and signed back, her eyes filled with concern, "Are you OK?" Her movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring that her concern appeared genuine and not overly conspicuous.
Orion, adhering to the carefully crafted charade, signed "No," his face showing a touch of discomfort as he put on a convincing act. His performance was flawless, designed to convey that he was struggling, but only to those who understood the subtext of their communication.
Dorea, catching on to the playful undercurrent of their interaction, nodded with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She signed, "Sick," her expression conveying a blend of sympathy and barely suppressed amusement.
Orion's eyes sparkled with a grin as he signed back, "Play it up." His response was a mix of encouragement and playful challenge, fully embracing the role of someone in distress to keep the facade alive.
Dorea blinked again, her expression a mask of concern as she nodded in agreement. She continued to play her part, maintaining a balance between showing care and keeping their covert communication discreet. Her gestures were subtle enough to avoid drawing unnecessary attention while ensuring that their mutual understanding remained intact.
The dynamic between them created a subtle undercurrent of intrigue as the dinner continued, the guests unaware of the private exchange and the hidden layers of drama that unfolded just beneath the surface.
