The small dimly lit café on the outskirts of Mystic Falls was nearly empty. You sat at a corner table, nursing a cup of tea. The door chimed and you look up, heart skipping a beat. Katherine Pierce walked in, her eyes scanning the room until they locked with yours.

Katherine smirked, a mix of confidence and something else. She made her way to the table, sliding into the seat across from you, she raised an eyebrow. "It's been a while," she said, her voice tinged with an undercurrent of tension.