CELINA'S POV
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The building was clearing out when Logan and I stepped into Connect Co to grab something from his office before heading out for drinks, and with my bad luck, Sean and Dalia were hand in hand, walking out together, and Sean visibly tensed when he noticed us, also hand in hand, smiling, but my smile faltered at the sight of him. Averting my gaze, we stride right past when I feel a hand brush my arm, "Celina," Dalia mutters, and we pause. I turn, looking at her with raised brows, "What is it, Dalia?" I didn't hide the annoyance in my voice.
Logan squeezes my hand, letting me know he's right there, waiting, observing, having my back. She lets go of Sean's hand, stepping closer, "I know that we're not...friendly." She gulps, "But I was hoping that you'd help me pick out decor
