You wander around the cartel estate, trying to make it appear like you were doing your job, even if your mind was elsewhere.

You’d kissed Valeria last night, and you were acting a fool about it.

She didn’t seem to care.

You pace around outside her office, lingering around maybe a little longer and more awkwardly than you should have done.

Should you knock? Should you go away and find something more productive to do? God, you were acting like a loser.