The air hung heavy with unspoken tension. Benedict, his face pale and eyes narrowed, stared at Paulina, who stood awkwardly in the middle of his living room. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.
"How did you know my passcode?" Benedict finally asked, his voice tight.
Paulina, her hands fidgeting, shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I... I just tried my luck," she stammered, her eyes darting around the room.
"Tried your luck?" Benedict scoffed. "You mean you guessed?"
"Well, yes," Paulina admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I figured it might be your birthday."
Benedict's eyes widened in disbelief. "My birthday? You just guessed my birthday?"
"I know it sounds crazy," Paulina said, her voice laced with a hint
