Vincent stood there for a moment before he left.That night, he showed up at the lab unannounced, holding a small box. Inside was a slice of tiramisu.I am allergic to caffeine. One bite would make my heart race and my skin break out in hives. After all this time, he still did not remember that tiramisu was Cora's favorite, not mine."I thought you might forget to eat while working," he said, offering me the box.He had extended an olive branch. I had no reason to refuse. I smiled and said, "Thanks."Vincent seemed surprised I did not say more.On the drive back, he asked, "Claire, are you angry with me?"I was distracted, thinking about the data I needed to hand over to Tessa. I barely heard him. "Sorry, I was distracted. What did you say?"My tone must have been too distant, because he hit the brakes and turned to look at me. "Are you still upset about the dress?""What?" I blinked. "No. Why would you think that?"He studied me for a few seconds, then turned back to the road. "Claire
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