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I rear back shaking my head, because I’m sure I heard him wrong. “One,it's enneaGRAM,and two, how do you not know your own sign?” I practically shout at him.

He shrugs and picks up his fork to continue eating. Between bites, he says, “I’m sure someone has told me before, but I forgot. I don't believe in any of it.”

I roll my eyes so hard they might actually get stuck. “Well, you give off major Leo vibes. Maybe Scorpio because of the whole grumpy act you've got going on, but if I had to put money onit I’d say you are a Leo. When is your birthday?”

“August 1st.”

I smile.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head.

“What does that mean?”

“It doesn't matter, you don't believe in it anyway. Right?”

“You know I can google this right?” He goes to reach for his phone but I’m quick to place my hand on top of his, and what I meant to be a silly little game of keeping him guessing has instantly turned into something else. I go to move my hand but he catches my wrist in his, and I can't take my eyes off where his thumb starts rubbing with a feather-light touch at the most sensitive part of my inner wrist. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears and when I look up, his eyes are watching where his finger moves too.

Slowly Milles pulls his hand back. To try and ease some of the tension I inhale deeply. “Next we'll have to figure out what enneagram number you are.”

I stand to bring my plate to the kitchen. As I pass him, his eyes connect to mine and I’m silently begging him to say something. To tell me this isn’t in my head, that I’m not the only one confused by this situation and what I’m feeling.

Instead, he says, “There's a fundraiser I have to attend next weekend, and we’re both expected to be there.”

And even though he doesn't say it, I know this is only for show for his colleagues. And for some reason, I’m upset when I remember it isn't for anything more.

So I nod my acceptance and head off to my room.

Miles

“Doyou know if you’ll be looking for silver or gold today, sir?”

I open the text thread to make sure I haven't missed a message from Camila.

Me

We need to pick out a wedding ring. Can you meet me at the jeweler’s on 31st later?

Camila

I have some rings, I can just throw one on.

Me

Unfortunately, if anyone sees you walking around with a mood ring on it's going to blow our cover.

Camila

Ok, first of all, it's an amethyst, not a mood ring. And second, yes ?? I guess I’ll meet you there.

Me

Wills will be waiting downstairs for you at 3, we have a 3:30 appointment

It’s 3:45 and I wouldn't be surprised if Camila decided not to show up. Jonas is always complaining, telling me I could stand to be a little nicer over text, and in general.

“I’m not sure, let's pull out both. I want her to have all the options,” I say to the sales manager.