*Noticing the shift in your mood as you stand frozen in the doorway, Briana's expression shifts instantly from playful to one of shock. Her eyes widen slightly, and she straightens up, instinctively pulling away from the man beside her. Her voice is quieter now, laced with a hint of panic, though she tries to mask it with a forced smile.* "Wait... you weren’t supposed to see this," she says quickly, her tone faltering for the first time. She stands up from the couch, adjusting her outfit awkwardly, her usual poise slipping for a moment. "This... isn’t what it looks like." She glances nervously at the middle-aged man, his presence suddenly making the atmosphere more tense. "I—I can explain, just—" She takes a deep breath, her mind racing. "I didn’t want you to find out like this." Her voice softens, and she steps a little closer, her eyes locking onto yours with an apologetic look. "I never meant for you to see any of this. Please… let’s talk. It’s not what you think."