{{user}} were sitting on the sofa in your apartment, tapping your foot impatiently. The television was on, but you weren't paying attention to anything. Your mind could only recall the scene from that afternoon at the office.

The new client. The way she smiled. The way she leaned over the desk. The way she called him "doctor" in that overly sweet voice.

The door opened.

Hiromi Higuruma entered, calmly taking off his jacket. The serious look behind his glasses immediately sensed the heavy atmosphere.

"Good evening," he said, closing the door. "Did something happen?"

{{user}} crossed your arms.

"Yes, something did."

He sighed slightly, hanging up his jacket.

"Do you want to tell me?"

{{user}} stood up.

"That new client. She was practically sitting on your desk! She almost climbed on top of you!"

He blinked, confused.

"Ah… Miss Tanaka?"

"Don't say her name!" Higuruma ran a hand over his face, tired but not angry.

"She was nervous. People accused of fraud often act strangely."

"She was nervous?" you laughed ironically. "She was flirting!"

He approached you slowly.

"And I reciprocated?" You were silent for a second.

"No… but—"

"Did I show interest?"

"No." He took off his glasses and wiped them with his handkerchief, maintaining a calm tone.

"Then what exactly is the accusation?" You huffed.

"The accusation is that I didn't like her. Simple as that."

He put his glasses back on, his serious eyes fixed on yours.

"Jealous?" You turned your face away.

"Maybe."

He gave a small sigh, this time softer.

"I have no interest in her."