Crap. Kate's first reaction was to run away, but she didn't move. A small voice said around her ears, "You cannot retreat. You have to confront it." So she tried to compose herself and said, "It is my notebook. What are you doing with it?"
Tristan leaned back in the chair and raised his eyebrows, "Well, I saw the notes were all about me. Didn't know you care so much."
He was a little proud when he read it out loud and turned each page lazily, "Day 1, kick away the blanket & grinding teeth in sleeping; day two comb hair in living room…" and he turned a few pages and said, "Day 15, peanut butter on toast…"
After he finished, he raised his head and looked at her with ridicule, "I don't understand these. Could you explain it to me?"
Kate's mind was racing fast to find an answer. She bit the bullet and said, "Recording, just recording."
"What does that check mean?"
"Uh, that is to say, this is the bad habit, and I have to remove it."
