Katrina woke up in the tub, unsure of how or when she ended up there. Panicking, she quickly stood up and took a fast shower, preparing for work. When she went downstairs, the smell of breakfast lingered in the air. Jascha was sitting at the table, while Gwen was busy in the kitchen. She noticed Gwen wearing his polo sleeves as if it were her own. It looked perfect on her, but Katrina couldn’t help but think how ridiculous she would look in it—it was too big for her. Too tall, too strong, and too honest to hurt her.
Gwen turned around to serve pancakes onto Jascha’s plate. When she noticed Katrina, she smiled.
"Kat!" Gwen greeted, her voice cheerful. "I hope you don’t mind. Jascha and I had too much to drink last night. I made breakfast for both of you as a thank you for letting us crash
