In hindsight, Kat really should have seen it coming. She should have picked up on the signs much sooner. Then again, Chase was so full of red flags, if she didn’t ignore them, she would have gone blind a long time ago. Frankly, she had expected him to disappoint and accepted him for what he was, regardless. At the end of the day, she tolerated him even with all of his shortcomings. And not because he made up for them with romance and affection.<br/><br/>He was quick to pass her up and head into the shower, himself. In fact, as she towel dried her hair, she missed him entirely. If it weren’t for the cool air he left in his wake as he walked by, she might have not noticed him until the shower turned back on again. He responded to her question with his usual smug, cluelessness. Kat blinked, perking a thin brow, as she regarded the Coach bag by the door that he mentioned.<br/><br/>Obviously, it was one of hers. More than likely, it had been forgotten after a shopping trip. It must have been a long time ago. Coach was several seasons too old to still be considered fashionable. She bent to the floor and collected her Gucci clutch in hand, once her dress was pulled on. Kat sat on the couch to pull her tights back over her legs, stretching the sheer hose over each leg, methodically.<br/><br/>She had to still herself to be able to hear him from the shower as he talked about their last time. She chuckled. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure once the roleplay is over you can drop the whole act,” she suggested in a slightly defensive manner. When he suggested she’d be mad, Kat looked toward the bathroom in puzzlement. “Mad…?” She questioned, under her breath. He continued, going on about how hot it was as he compared their ending to their beginning.<br/><br/>The water stopped and suddenly, Kat felt like she understood what was going on. This was like a replay of their last breakup, all over again. He thought there was something romantic about sending her off with one last fuck session. Though really, it was him misleading her all the while. Kat scoffed when he talked about how happy he was to have one more time together, mentioning his flight in the morning. That was code for: no sleepover.<br/><br/>She glared at him for a long moment, letting him just dry himself with a towel for a while, before she stood up and stormed closer. “You are unbelievable.” Kat venomously said. “You actually had me believing that you had changed.” She scoffed again, this time at herself, for being so foolish. “But you’re still the same dirtbag you always were. Aren’t you?” She asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Kat spun on her heel and walked off.<br/><br/>“Well, this is over, Chase. And I mean for good.” She picked up her shoes. “So whenever you return from Europe, with whatever new STI, don’t try to text me.” She picked up the Coach bag and her Gucci handbag, glaring at him one last time. “I’m just sorry. If I would’ve known this was our last time, I wouldn’t have bothered faking it.” She lied, then turned quickly and pulled his door open, thrusting herself out into the hallway, before slamming it shut again.<br/><br/>She was in such a hurry to make her escape, so fired up with angry adrenaline, that she didn’t even bother with her shoes. Instead, she fumbled in her bag for her phone and rushed to the elevator. By the time she reached the panel on the wall, she was logged into her Uber account. The doors opened in front of her and she pinged her location, waiting for the first available driver to claim her as a fare.<br/><br/>Kat sighed in the elevator, thankful to be alone in it. She was too mad to cry, and had learned from their first breakup that tears were entirely wasted on him, anyway. Honestly, the part that pissed her off the most was that he had tricked her into one last session before doing away with her like she was no more than trash he was tossing to the curb for pickup. When the doors opened again, she was on the lobby floor of Chase’s grandiose apartment complex.<br/><br/>In many ways, it felt more like a hotel than an apartment building. There were many amenities available, even to the general public, if they were wealthy enough. So Kat killed time by walking to the bar, where she ordered a cosmo. The bartender tried asking about her day, but she just glared at him. “Just make the drink.” She advised, and a few moments later, Kat was sipping the drink that Carrie Bradshaw favored, staring at her phone and waiting for a driver named… Diego.