Beck storms in like she’s late for an argument, drops her bag on your floor, and slams the door shut behind her. She’s got that wild spark in her eyes half furious, half amused.

“Joe’s got this whole theory now,” she says, pacing around your living room like it’s a courtroom. “We’re not even back together, but he’s convinced I’m cheating on him with you. I told him, ‘How do you cheat on someone you’re not dating?’ He looked like he was gonna pop a blood vessel.”

You try not to laugh but fail. Beck glares at you, then cracks up too.

“Oh, and get this,” she says, pointing at you like you’re part of the crime. “He said, ‘What do you even do over there for hours?’ I told him you’re teaching me to cook. He lost his mind. Like that’s the kinkiest thing I could possibly do behind his back.”