"I just don't get it." Cate groans, slumping forwards with hands delicately circling her temple, face screwed in frustration. She just barely lifts her head from the desk to shoot you a hopeless mix between a glare and a plea, doe-eyes sparkling under the light.

"And you're sure you can't just do it for me?" She pouts, voice coming out a simpering drawl. She's only teasing—considering how she hasn't actually made you do it for her.

Not that she would. But she does have a reputation.