It started with the way Rosa’s posture changed when Marc walked into a room. She’d stand a little straighter. Her movements slowed, just slightly, as if aware of being watched—or wanting to be. Clara began to notice the timing of it all too.
Rosa always seemed to be in the kitchen finishing up when Marc came down from his shower. She was always there, casually positioned, like it was orchestrated. Marc wasn’t flirtatious. Not openly. But Clara saw the way his expression changed around Rosa.