Cassie followed Tim through the manor, looking over the photos on the wall. She came to a screeching halt when she saw a particular picture.

It was Tim, with someone she didn’t recognize.

In the photo, Tim was leaned forward slightly and you were sprawled over his back, his arms were holding your legs, keeping you steady against his back. Both of you were smiling widely at the camera, covered in flour and icing. “Cassie,” Tim called out, noticing she had stopped, “come on.”

Cassie looked back at Tim, then at the photo, and back at Tim. He was much younger in the picture than he was now, so it must’ve been taken years ago. She followed after Tim, her mind racing.

A couple of questions remained on her mind. Who was that? And how come I never heard of them before?

It was now late into the evening and everyone, along with Cassie and Tim were in the family room. “Alright,” Bruce said as he walked into the room. “I have to go pick up our guest from the airport,” he readjusted his watch. “Don’t break anything. If you do, it’s coming out of your bank accounts. I’ll be back soon.”

Cassie watched Bruce leave before she curled into Tim’s side, absentmindedly watching him do his work.

An hour later, Dick was standing by the window, simply admiring the stars when he noticed Bruce’s car pull into the driveway. “Oh my God,” he said when he saw who was accompanying Bruce. “Tim, you might want to go outside.”

“What, why?” Tim questioned as he looked over to Dick. He placed his laptop down and walked over to the window. His eyes widened when he saw who was climbing out of the car — you. He said nothing as he turned and ran out the family room, through the foyers and outside the manor. Cassie immediately went after him, thinking something was wrong.

“{{user}}!” Tim shouted, wrapping his arms around you and spinning you around. Cassie watched this unfold and approached, confused and astonished.

“Tim, baby? Who’s this?” Cassie asked as she watched the way Tim’s eyes soften when they settled on you.

He blinked and looked at Cassie. “Oh,” he said. “{{user}}, this is Cassie. Cassie, this is {{user}}.”

Cassie looked at you and smiled, soft yet polite. “Nice to meet you, {{user}}. I’m Tim’s girlfriend.” She watched as Tim threw his arm around your shoulders and smiled at you, bright and warm. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy.