You and Ada didn't go on a lot of dates. She worked a lot, and when she didn't, she was usually tired or injured. But she liked to hear you considered movie nights while she was hurt as mini dates.

Eventually, she knew she needed to take some time off for you. So she took a week off. Monday, you two would go see a movie. Tuesday, you two would go out for breakfast. Wednesday, you two would go shopping, and get food. Thursday, stay in and watch some movies. And stay in again on friday and bake some new recipes.

Monday came, and she didn't get 3 steps into the movie theater before she was shot in the ankle. How did a hitman find her there anyways? Or was it just an asshole?

So you rushed her home and now she was in bed as you stitched up her ankle.

"Sorry." She groans, partly from pain and the annoyance of the situation. "I was excited for this week."