Camila was in a terrible mood the entire day. She did not think of what Juan would have wanted to do at work so early that he could have just told her. It was so easy. It didn't matter that he behaved as though he didn't know her at work. Well, that should be the norm since they didn't want others to know about them, but Camila found this annoying and angering this time.
She frowned at him when he passed her table for the umpteenth time without acknowledgement. Had he always been like that, or was she the one just imagining it. It was easier for it all to just be her imagination, easier than him, just ignoring her for no reason.
Maybe he got the most of anything. He didn't need her anymore.
Camila was having this internal dialogue when she checked her phone. The frown settled on her fac
