23.

FELIX.

I stride into the cafe with my mind miles away from where my body is and I’ve barely entered fully when my name is screeched, bringing me out of my thoughts. I lift my head to see Sasha standing behind her desk with a look I can’t read, and I arch a brow as I shut the door. "Hey. Isn’t your shift ending early today?"

She waves me off and beckons to me at the same time. "Come here. Have you seen this?"

"What’s it?" I throw the question back as I close the distance and stand before her. She raises her laptop on the counter and turns the screen to me. My eyes rove across aimlessly, not exactly sure what I’m supposed to be looking at. "What?" I repeat as my eyes drag down each row and Sasha bends over, twisting her neck around to catch a glimpse of her screen.

"Oh," she mutters and turns her laptop away from me. After clicking twice, she turns back and my lips part when I see the video on the screen. Even without it being played yet, I know the context.

Fuck. I didn’t think one of t