#depending which route u'd like to take kek

[girlmaykill]

❝ it's not broken, it's fixable. you're worrying too much. ❞

" . . . . " It wasn't her intention to break it. After all, she was hired to be here. It wasn't a usual occasion to serve as a bodyguard, especially for an individual. Her jobs had always been about revenge or eliminating significant threats—presidents, government officials, & the like. It also was not typical of her to break objects since she always had meticulous care during her assignments.

But, the deliciously baked treats on that golden plate—oh, how she wished to have a taste. They were free for guests; however, Rusalka did not consider herself one. She was here to protect, not indulge in her usual cravings. Thus, she decided to be sneaky about it & because of that, she now found herself in this situation with the plate on the floor, chipped & damaged. The sugary treats were scattered on the floor & with a swift motion, they were gone.

Where? Why, in the depths of her stomach, of course!

After she was done eating the entire plate of treats, remorse began to settle in, picking up the plate & inspecting its edges. Hm, clearly chipped with cracks in the center. It didn't seem as if it was made out of pure gold, given its fragility, so perhaps its worth wasn't in the millions.

❝ it's not broken, it's fixable. you're worrying too much. ❞

Her head turns toward the sound of the voice & is greeted by a masked man with an imposing height. There's a tilt of her head, her eyes vacant & emotionless. " Good evening. " She greeted, giving a short bow of her head as she placed the golden plate on a nearby table. " I apologize for the damage, sir. If you'd like, I'd gladly cover the expenses for a new one. " A pause. " As well as delivering the baked sweets I've eaten from a bakery of your choosing. "