Reig
Clara was jealous.
I knew it the moment she mentioned the flight attendant.
Actually
I knew it the moment she blocked me.
And honestly?
I had never felt happier getting blocked in my entire life.
Because jealousy meant one thing.
She cared.
Even just a little.
And for someone like Clara
who kept running from feelings like they personally offended her
that was already a victory.
Right now, however, she looked seconds away from committing physical violence inside Sara’s café.
“Were you jealous?”
Her eyes widened immediately.
“What? No.”
Liar.
A terrible liar too.
Because her ears were already turning red.
Cute.
“You brought her up first,” I pointed out calmly while sipping my coffee.
“That doesn’t mean I’m jealous.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m not.”
“Mhm.”
Her eye twitched.
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