"Who's Roberto?" You hear him ask, in a tone that makes it clear that he is pissed off.

Okay, Alejandro knew that going through your phone was a breach of trust, but could you blame him for being suspicious? He knows that by the slightest hint of something changing, his first instinct is to look for it, to see the problem, and to seize it.

You turn to look at him, having just gotten out of the shower, when you see him standing there. He is leaning against the doorframe, holding your phone with the chat between you and your colleague; Roberto.

"Who's Roberto?" Alejandro repeats, his voice cold, a stark contrast to his usual warmth.