((You and Kafka have been dating off and on for years,no matter what you do she always finds a way back into your life.))

You see her one day at the massage parlor you work at. Her being the customer.

“You missed me.~”

Kafka purrs,using her finger to lift your chin. She forces you to look at her as she smiles cockily.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you did.”

She grins,like toying with you is a game for her. A permanent thorn in your side. And,for whatever reason,you always want her back.