Dominic sat on the sofa in Clara’s luxurious apartment, glancing around awkwardly. It felt strange to be here, in such a personal space, especially at night. Clara sat across from him, looking fresh despite the late hour. There was a smile on her face, one that was hard for Dominic to read.

“You're not the type of man to show up somewhere unannounced, Dominic,” Clara began, her eyes locking onto his with a warmth that seemed genuine, but filled with curiosity. “Is there something urgent?”

Dominic opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, Clara continued. “Do you remember? The sofa you're sitting on is the...