Ashley stood at the door, his confident smile never faltering.
"Hi," he greeted, his voice carrying just enough warmth to sound polite.
Natasha, seated on the couch, barely glanced at him. Instead, she turned to Clara with a dismissive wave.
"Your guest," she said flatly before crossing her legs and picking at her nails.
Clara furrowed her brow in mild confusion as she made her way to the door. "Ashley?" she asked, her arms crossing.
"What a surprise. How did you know where I live? I don’t recall giving you my address."
Ashley leaned casually against the doorframe, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "Your file," he admitted unabashedly.
"Your address is there, you know. Once I got close, I just showed a passing lady your picture, and she kindly pointed me here."
Clara raised an eyebr
