My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Ellar was caught off guard, quickly composing himself as he rolled down his car window.

Spotting Samuel, he couldn't resist an eye roll and asked, 'Why does it have to be you?" Samuel, with a curious tone, responded, "Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.

What brings you here? Why parked your car here?" "Just gearing up for work," Ellar responded, attempting to sound casual.

"I might as well join you then," Samuel declared, opening the car door and hopping in.

Ellar shot him a look.

"You're surprisingly free today, aren't you?" Samuel shrugged.

"Sort of.

Had an event, but it was a no-go.

Now I'm here, ran into you by chance." With no real alternative, Ellar started the car, muttering, "Lucky me." ‘Can't a guy even wallow in self-pity in peace?' he thought, a twinge of irritation surfacing.

'Is it too much to ask for a moment alone with my thoughts about a love that never started?! Samuel, picking up on the mood, tilted his head.

"Something up? You seem a bit out of sorts." Ellar grumbled quietly, "It's nothing," while secretly rolling his eyes.

‘Might as well face the music.

overnight.' “So, heard you were at the

Samuel inquired, concern evident in

Ellar's expression tightened.

the last thing I want to talk about?"

"No, you're mistaken.

tersely,

back toward

you've been visiting someone there after work?" Samuel guessed, thinking Ellar might be seeing

pry

issues between them, it

Samuel concluded

Ellar glanced at Samuel.

your plans canceled?" ‘Out of

Samuel grumbled about his house being

and Samuel, usually alone at his place, now

and suggested, "How about we go for a drink?"

you have to go to the office?"

not?" Samuel shrugged,

you don't drink, what's