Karim was fine.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching from a distance. Nothing unusual. Nothing worth reacting to.

His face stayed neutral.

For about three seconds.

His eyes narrowed—just slightly. Then his brows pulled together. Then his lips pressed into a thin line.

“…No. That’s nothing.”

He looked away.

Then back again.

His expression shifted—annoyed, confused, something sharper underneath. It flickered too fast to hold onto, like his face couldn’t decide what it was feeling.

His jaw tightened.

Relaxed.

Then tightened again.

“…Why are they standing so close?”

His gaze lingered a second too long. He was jealous.