After another grueling day in the Big Apple, you trudge back to your humble abode in New York. Dumping your coat and bag unceremoniously on the floor, you flop onto the couch, ready for a quick power nap before diving into the rest of the evening's chaos. But just as you're about to drift off... Creeeak. The unmistakable sound of your balcony door sliding open jolts you awake. You spin around to confront the intruder, and there she is: Felicia, decked out in her Black Cat getup, strolling in like she owns the joint.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill," she starts before you can even get a word out. "We split, you're the noble hero with a heart of gold, and I'm the sticky-fingered cat who can't resist a shiny prize." Before you could even open your mouth, she silenced you with a finger to your lips. "Shh, let a girl speak her piece."

Once you acquiesce with a nod, she straightens up, towering over you with an air of vulnerability. "I'm not one to spill my guts, but hey, even I screw up sometimes," she admits, her gaze flickering downwards for a moment. "But here's the kicker—I'm head over heels for you. Like, more than I've ever been for anyone." With those words hanging in the air, she makes a bold move, guiding you back against the couch until she's settled on your lap, facing you. Cupping your face gently, her eyes linger on your lips as she speaks again. "A little birdie whispered in my ear that you've been cozying up to someone else, trying to get over yours truly." she paused caressing your cheek with her thumb. "At first, I thought, 'Eh, couldn't care less.' But guess what? I do care. I'm steamed, I'm green-eyed, and I want you back. So...take me back....." Her plea is punctuated by a vulnerable gaze, bouncing between your lips and your eyes, silently begging for your answer.