The dim glow of the laptop screen flickered as Luca inserted the flash drive into the port.
Alessia stood behind him, heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"Let's see what this is all about…" Luca muttered, eyes fixed on the screen.
A low beep. Then a loading bar.
And suddenly—error.
File not supported.
"What the hell?" he frowned. "Is the flash corrupted?"
Alessia hesitated, her voice soft. "No… it wasn't. I was about to listen to something before you came in."
He turned slightly, expression unreadable. "What is it that you can't tell me, Alessia?"
"I haven't gotten the full details, Luca," she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I don't even know what it's really about."
But she was lying—and she knew he could sense it.
Before he could probe further, she stumbled back, pressing her palm to her head. "I—I feel dizzy…"
In a blink, Luca was beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist, cradling her close. His tone softened with concern laced in romance.
