"For ---- for such a big city, I manage to run into you a lot."
Katherine's naturally suspicious of people; life has taught her not to trust and she's clung to that lesson like it was a precious heirloom left to her by her mother.
Small hands twisted into the fabric of her sweater, hesitant smile gracing painted lips as her her gaze wandered over the other; drinking in the sight before her in a vain attempt to find something about him that might prove to be harmful to her --- but she was terrible bad at picking apart facade's, even though she possessed one of her own.
"A-August, right?"
