Before I could say anything, Camila looked at me with a panicked expression and quickly began to explain.
"Honey, it's not what you think. My sister is on a business trip, so she asked me to come pick up Mateo and take him home. Please don’t misunderstand, honey."
I looked at the two of them, practically glued together and spoke in a calm, indifferent tone. "Is that so? Is that really what happened?"
Perhaps not expecting me to continue pressing, a trace of guilt flashed in Camila’s eyes. She tried to push Mateo away and reached out to grab my hand.
"Honey, of course! When have I ever lied to you?"
Camila was about to say more, but suddenly, Mateo beside her started dry heaving.
"Honey, look at how drunk Mateo is. I promised my sister I would get him home safely. I’ll take him back first and we can talk when we get home."
With that, Camila hurriedly supported Mateo and left, not even sparing me another glance.
I watched their figures disappear into the distance, feeling as if my heart was tightly gripped by an invisible hand, suffocating me.
"You guys continue drinking, I need to step outside for some air."