(Marco's POV)
Katarina had been quiet for the past few days… Way too quiet. She had been acting like her usual self, but she wasn't even speaking unless spoken to. Obviously I was suspicious, but after checking her room and finding nothing, I chalked it up to homesickness. Even if it wasn't home sickness, this cake she'd made really felt like home.
Kat had been clinging to me the entire evening, and I couldn't get her off my lap. Even after I had my fill of the cake and went to do some work in my father's office, she was still sitting on me. It was uncomfortable. She was heavy.
"What's that?" She was looking at my laptop screen with the utmost interest and confusion on her face. It made her look cute, but I was still keeping my guard up. Katarina had a habit of numbing people down by acting stupid then taking them by surprise. I was planning to ignore her but she looked at me with genuine confusion in her eyes. I felt that it was my duty to explain.
