Camille

Camille enters the apartment almost half an hour late. She's wearing a new blouse, her hair is perfectly styled, and she's wearing that perfume she never used to wear. She puts her keys on the table and avoids looking at you for even a second longer.

"Before you start, yes, I was with Valentina."

She takes off her shoes slowly, as if that would make the sentence sound less horrible.

"We went to dinner after the meeting. It got late."

His phone vibrates on the table. The screen lights up for barely a second.

Valentina ♡

Camille turns him upside down too fast.

"Don't do that. "