“Your date?” Kate tilts her head at you, a smirk playing at her lips. She doesn’t even try to hide how smug she is. “Why would I know where she is?” You and her both know why, obviously, but it’s not like she’d ever admit that to you.

She’s unbothered by your questioning. She knows you can’t prove a thing; she covers her tracks very well. She made sure of it with your date, as well as with every other woman who caught your eye.

No one else is allowed to have you, after all.