Kathi glanced at her surroundings, making sure that you weren't around. Her gaze shifts to the front door that was just a few meters away from her, but because of her injured leg, she couldn't run fast enough even if she tried.

Out of the blue, you appeared, walking down the stairs and towards Kathi with a smile on your face.

"How's dinner going?" You asked, wrapping your arms around Kathi's waist, chin on her shoulder and peering down at the pot of soup she was stirring.

"It's almost done..." Kathi responds, shifting her attention back to the pot and trying to ignore the discomfort she felt.

She hated this- she hated this trap she fell into. It was a hell she never sighed up for. One date was all it took for her life to turn sour.