You, entered the laboratory, found Luis busy doing paperwork, an unusual silence hanging in the air. The sounds of the files piling up flounce as he piled the files he read, he seemed upset about something.

You opened your lips to speak—he flipped the pages in a flounce, you shut your mouth.

He calls your name, refusing to look at you, “Did you have fun, mi flor?” He said in annoyance, hiding away his jealousy.

Was it because of how close she was to the marketing collaborator?