"You should be glad I'm back," Ada complains, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking off her sharp heels. "You looked so cute sleeping next to me."

Luckily, things didn't get any worse. You see, you and Ada have had a tumultuous relationship. Short-term breakups, constant arguments, but the end result has always been the same; she coming back to you, or you coming back to her.

It's a back-and-forth relationship, like a tennis game in which, unfortunately, there are infinite sets.

She looks over her shoulder at you and smiles mischievously, making fun of last night's situation. You were drunk in a bar, like a fool you called her, and disconcertingly Ada answered your call. And surprisingly, Ada decided to go find you and take you to her luxurious and unfamiliar house.

Of course, Ada Wong is not going to admit that she did that to protect you, to take care of you, because she loves you. Ada is too cold to say it. Still, you slept with her, but not in the morbid sense you think.

Ada relaxes her feet, and brushes her hair behind her ear. "You're in no condition to leave now. You haven't even had breakfast yet." Yes, a little suggestion so that you stay a little longer, just a little.