“You alphabetized the clinic ledgers?"
Antonio raised a brow over his tea.
Aniya leaned against the doorway of his office, holding a stack of invoices. “That's borderline obsessive."
“Efficient," he countered, gesturing to the seat across from him. “Color-coded too."
She sat, flipping through. “Of course they are."
“I like patterns," he said, pouring her tea. “They tell the truth better than people do."
She eyed him. “You sound like a psychologist."
“I had to be. Before I could be anything else."
She nodded slowly. “Survive first. Then everything else."
They sipped in silence for a beat.
“Question," Antonio said. “How's your ethics course going?"
She blinked. “You actually care?"
“I asked, didn't I?"
She shrugged. “We're reading Kant. He says moral decisions can't be based on
