Thud.
Ethan shut the car door and walked around to the other side, sliding into the driver's seat. He had barely buckled his seatbelt when a sharp, indignant gasp filled the quiet interior.
"Excuse me?" Kathrine demanded, staring at him like he was a complete stranger who had just committed a serious crime. "Who are you, and where are you taking me?"
Ethan froze. Slowly, he turned to look at her.
She was squinting at him, head tilted, brows furrowed in deep concentration. The kind of concentration that usually preceded very bad conclusions.
"You… don't recognize me?" he asked carefully.
Kathrine narrowed her eyes even more, as if that might help her memory load faster. "Should I?"
Ethan closed his eyes for a brief second and inhaled. Deeply. This was worse than he thought.
"I'm your boyfriend," he said finally, keeping his tone even. "And I'm taking you home."
Kathrine blinked. Once. Twice.
"…Since when?" she asked.
