outfit with sneakers
When she'd first met Dakila, Katya never in a million years would've guessed he was the type of guy to live in the middle of nowhere. With his off-grid house in the woods, a cop who would go home and his only form of therapy was the scent of fresh pine. It just didn't seem like him upon first impressions, but she'd begun to understand it over time.
She even had a lot of memories from that house. Appearing out of nowhere and knocking on his window. A lot of bad news had happened in that home. She didn't fucking miss it, personally. Katya did not do well with reminders. She needed all the ugly to be shoved ten feet underground so she could ignore it and elevate.
So him moving somewhere new had been a long time in the making. Her and Natalie had moved more than a year ago. It'd been his turn, now. And move he did. The new place wasn't as nice from the outside, she decided, on account of the fact that he was now one with the suburbs and unless you were rich, money couldn't buy you much of anything nice in the burbs. But the fact that he was housed up in wolf territory like some type of gatekeeper was a powerful fucking message, in her humble opinion. She liked it. She dug it.
She'd also planned to arrive early and keep him company while he cooked, but instead she showed up slightly late, not realising she was arriving late. Oops. The consequence of having weekend responsibilities at the gym.
Moving to the front door in a lazy saunter, she rang the doorbell, tugging her necklace at the front to adjust it. Yaaaaaawn.