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He folds, and she considers it to be a sign of victory.

Whether if it's due to the people they're surrounded by or the setting itself - Katherine doesn't care. In her book, a win is a win. Even if it's acquired through untraditional means or simply by pushing her rival into a corner.

"That's easier said than done, you know." It's only when Kat speaks that she realizes that a bit of the vanilla frosting remained on her lips. The upper one of the two, to be specific. And of course, she takes full advantage of the situation. She licks at her lip, extracting whatever remained of the vanilla cream. It's done slowly in the hope of causing Fernando to turn red, if such was even possible.

It's inappropriate, it's indecent, and it's who she is. Making others uncomfortable shouldn't be as fun as it was for her, but it is.

"But I think I'll stick by what I said, Fernando. If you don't believe me, you just need to try more of this cream."

Katherine seriously contemplates if she should lift some of the frosting and deliver it straight to his mouth, but as of now, she chooses to respect his boundaries.

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"Ah, please."

A smile tugs at the corner of Katherine's lips as her eyes meet with Fernando's again. "I know a losing battle when I see it. I doubt that you'd be convinced so easily." Maybe if they were alone she'd have trusted her abilities more. But here? Now?

It'd be no different than to sign her victory away to him.

And so, instead, she captures some of the cake's frosting with her finger and tastes it herself, savoring the flavor in case it'd be the last thing she tastes until the end of her shift.

"Mmm..."

Her eyes open and she briefly looks at the ruined piece of cake before lifting her gaze to Fernando, smiling still. "There, it's ruined now. You don't have to worry about whether if I was right or not anymore." Katherine's eyes avert once more when a co-worker taps on her shoulder, demanding her attention. He mutters something about needing some help and avoids Fernando's stare, who was still capable of hearing everything.

The Rocketess, however, meets the eyes of the councilman with confidence.

"I think I have to go now. Duty calls, you know." She inches closer and closer, her breath likely meeting his lips. She is dangerously close by now, and she turns away at the last second before they are too close. "It was nice meeting you, councilman." She drawls, her tone failing to match the formality of her words.

And then, finally, she turns away to leave.