Before we could delve further into the conversation, footsteps approached, and both of us turned to see Giovanni entering the room, his hair damp from the shower. His eyes met mine, a glint of knowing in them, as if he was already aware of the conversation we had shared.
"Oh, you're here, Mia," he said, approaching and planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. "I hope you and Pablo are getting along."
Pablo laughed, giving Giovanni a playful shove. "We were just having an honest conversation."
Giovanni's lips curved into a mischievous smile as he turned to me. "I just hope Pablo didn't regale you with a bunch of embarrassing stories about us."
Pablo redirected his attention to me, breaking the nonverbal exchange between him and Giovanni. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned slightly
