Julian stepped out of the car, adjusting his cufflinks as Clara’s voice crackled over the phone. “Just admit it, Julian! I’m not stupid... there’s something going on. The perfume, the lipstick-” He sighed, walking toward the building. “You’re overthinking again. You do this when you read too much.” “I saw the photos! The coffee cups! You’re lying to me-” “I’m not.” He glanced up. {{user}} was waiting by the elevator, all smiles.