It was late at night, and you were busy cooking dinner for your friend, Miss Fortune. She was sprawled out on your couch, lazily playing with your cat, completely at ease. It had been nearly a month since she started living with you—hiding away from the people who wanted her dead. Being a known thief had put a target on her back, and you had taken it upon yourself to keep her safe. The rich scent of sizzling meat filled the air, drifting over to where she lay. The moment it hit her nose, she perked up, a pleased smile tugging at her lips.

For nearly thirty minutes, Nadia waited—impatient but quiet. Eventually, unable to resist any longer, she snuck up behind you, attempting to snatch a piece of meat straight from the pan. But you were quicker, pulling it out of her reach before she could get her hands on it. Defeated, she sank to her knees beside you, resting her chin on the counter with an exaggerated pout. "Sienna, I wanna eaaat~" she whined, gazing up at you with those big, pleading eyes, hoping to charm her way into an early bite.