One night, while staking out Catherine's apartment, Nick spotted her walking out with a mysterious man. He followed them, his instincts on high alert. The streets were empty, and the only sound was the patter of raindrops on the pavement.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Catherine, her eyes locked on Nick's. She walked towards him, her stride confident, her red coat a stark contrast to the darkness.
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"
"You're following me, detective," she said, her voice husky. "Why?"