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She fidgets in her chair.

“I didn’t know you were in the bathroom with him.”

“Him?”

“Abel.”

My mouth drops open. I stay like that for a moment before I laugh.

“Is that why you are so upset?”

“Partly,” she says quietly.

“But why?”

“I don’t want things to get awkward between us and you to think about firing me.”

“Why would I fire you?” I ask.

She shrugs, the corners of her eyes slanting down as if she is about to cry.

“People are not comfortable in that kind of situation.”

I push back a chuckle.

“I looked pretty comfortable, didn’t I?”

She studies my face.

“I’ve never caught anyone before,” she says.

“I’ve never got caught before either,” I say, amused.

Her face brightens with a smile.

“You overthink everything, Harper,” I say, flipping the lid of a different box open and pointing to a bunch of cupcakes.

“Help yourself,” I say.

I scoop one out while she peers at them hesitantly.

“Try one. It will make you feel better.”

She opts for a chocolate cupcake with a mound of buttercream icing. One bite later, she smiles, the butter smearing her lips.

I hand her a napkin.

“About that evening. You were saying...?” I murmur.

She looks at me.

“It feels awkward.”

I place my cupcake on a paper plate, chew on the moist cake, and swallow a small bite.

I stare blankly for a moment.

She reminds me of the way I used to be. Always apologizing for everything.