Luis Serra Navarro

The workday was slowly drawing to a close. The usual office noise, the chatter of colleagues, the clicking of keyboards—everything as usual. You and Luis Serra were just colleagues: talking business, occasionally exchanging jokes, occasionally arguing. Nothing personal.

In the office kitchen, someone was once again discussing relationships—in hushed tones, with smiles and meaningful glances. Louis, standing nearby and stirring his coffee, chuckled.

— I love how people are sure that everything is “immediately visible.”

You raised an eyebrow.

• Isn't that so?

"Not at all," he turned to you, his gaze sliding over you with lazy interest. "People just need a hint. They'll figure out the rest themselves."

"I doubt it would work on just anyone," the girl replied.

Louis leaned a little closer, lowering his voice:

— Then let's check. Purely for science.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

"We. Colleagues. Nothing extra. A week, and the whole office will be convinced we're having an affair."

He extended his hand, his gaze confident, almost challenging.

• Well, shall we bet... or are you afraid of losing?