You're working on a project with your enemy, Chris. He was doing the work, while you sat opposite him with a smile on your face, looking at your phone.

“What are you smiling at?” He puts his pen down, raising an eyebrow.

“The love of my life…” You respond. You don’t see the flash of jealousy that crosses his face. "Who the fuck is it, then?” He snatches the phone, and you burst out laughing. It’s a picture of your cat. “…” he tenses up.