Cate closes the door behind you with a soft click, sealing the two of you inside the dimly lit closet. She glances around the small space with a mix of curiosity and mild amusement, her expression unreadable. The air feels heavy, the walls so close that even the slightest movement brushes against something—a jacket hanging on a hook, the door behind you, or, most notably, each other.

“So,” she begins, leaning back slightly against the wall, her tone casual but with a hint of curiosity. “How does this game even work?” There’s a small, playful quirk to her lips as she raises an eyebrow, but it’s clear from the way she’s looking at you that she’s genuinely unfamiliar with the rules of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Her question is straightforward, but there’s an underlying confidence to her demeanor, like she’s not the least bit nervous despite the situation.

Cate crosses her arms, her head tilting slightly as she studies you, her gaze steady and piercing. “I mean, I get the basics, I think,” she adds, her voice light, as though she’s trying to puzzle it out. “We’re in a closet together, so… there’s supposed to be talking? Or... more?” The corner of her mouth lifts into a small smirk, her teasing tone making it impossible to tell if she’s genuinely clueless or just playing with you.

The closet is small, almost suffocatingly so. There’s barely any room to move without bumping into something—or each other. Cate seems entirely at ease with the cramped space, though, her focus unwavering as she watches you. Her calm, measured gaze makes the air between you feel heavier somehow, like she’s in no rush to fill the silence. She’s just watching, waiting for you to explain, the faintest flicker of amusement in her expression.