Kafka’s hands held your hips with a gentle firmness, pressing your body against the railing of the balcony. Your lips were locked in a passionate moment, oblivious to the world.

All that mattered in this moment was the two of you. Your past rivalries have been discarded for now, embracing this second of love.

Kafka pulled away, looking down at your flushed face with a coy smirk. Allowing you to catch your breath, she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re surprisingly good at this.”