There was an Italian restaurant across the street. Two people were stepping out, the woman leaning on the man's arm. They probably just finished lunch, but it seemed like it took a while.

They stood in front of the restaurant. After some exchange of words, the woman kissed the man on the cheek. He ruffled her hair affectionately, giving her a tender smile.

After hailing a cab for her, he turned and hurried across the square. They were none other than Matthew and Melanie.

My cheeks became flushed. I forced an awkward smile, and I could sense the twitching at the corners of my mouth. I looked at Atlas and said, "I’m sorry you had to see that.”

He stared at me before speaking. "Don’t be.”

I struggled to manage the awkwardness I felt. I thought Matthew and Johnson had gone out to dine with clients, but I was wrong. Only Johnson was doing that.

The atmosphere turned heavy. Fortunately, the server arrived with our drinks. Atlas pushed my drink toward me as he stared.

After a while, he