Ara's POV
The sudden shift in his tone grips my attention. I nod, grateful for his composed demeanor. "What would you like to discuss?"
"Why were you wearing Ben’s clothes?" he asks, the question loaded with worry.
"I don't know," I answer honestly, feeling vulnerable beneath his gaze.
"You don't know?"
"I fell asleep," I explain, hoping he'd believe me.
"Asleep?" he asks, baffled.
"Yes," I say. "I was listening to some strange noises in his office, then caught sight of him and Susana getting um, you know…"
His eyes widen in shock. I give him a pointed look. "And it's your fault! You set a poor example for me."
"How is this my fault?" He smirks, a playful glint in his eyes. "Curiosity and exploration are virtues. You should be thanking me, Ara."
"Thank you for what?" I retort sar
