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4. a little bit of a white lie

It had been four months since Katerina had killed. It was a little bit of a down time for her. She always had to do this between her kills, that way she wouldn't generate too much suspicion. Plus the rest was needed with the amount of work that she was doing on her masters. She knew that it was probably dumb to some people, pursuing Art so heavily, but she was trying to get in museums and galleries and this was the world that she needed to be in to get her way. It was either that or she was going to be an underfunded art teacher who got arthritis at a young age.

She liked the uncertainty.

Today, she had been going from class to class, lugging around a portfolio that weighed about three-fourths of her body weight. It wasn't like she hadn't carried those weights before, but at least when she was lugging some guy around, she didn't have to do it for long periods of time.

All in all she was exhausted. She wished more than anything that she could take a long, long nap.

There was something else bugging her, though. She had matched with Adelaide Demas, but she still hadn't texted her yet. She wasn't sure if they were ghosting each other, or if she was getting ghosted or what, but she figured that she was probably going to make the first move.

There was something about the woman that intrigued her. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it, all she knew was that there was something behind that pretty face and dark eyes. She could tell.

She wondered just how many people had tried to crack that facade of hers. She was determined to try, so she guessed that meant that she would have to strike first in the flirting department. She started mentally planning all the things that she was going to say as she continued today, going from class to class to class, before doing her TA work for her Art History professor, Doctor Jack Stockington. She endured his usual flirting that was always borderline sexual harassment and thought of things that would make her happier so she wouldn't be attempted to attack him with her pen.

'A palette knife would probably make a better weapon,' She thought to herself.

After the clock hit eight, she went home. She was exhausted and had been up since four in the morning, she wanted to take solace in the comfort of her apartment and begin a relationship that she actually wanted to have with someone for once. Her apartment was smaller, on the cusp of the campus. She used to have at least four roommates, but when she had applied to be an RA, she was given her choice of anywhere that she wanted to live on campus. This was the place she chose.

The building was small and the Wi-Fi went out often, but it had this ornate Victorian charm to it that drew Katerina and all of the other pretentious hipsters to it. Most people here were quiet, except for the occasional blaring of angsty indie music when a girl was going through a break up or when they were smoking weed and partying. The partying was generally pretty tame, and she had told people, as long as they kept the noise within reason and hid the weed when she was around she wouldn't do anything. She didn't care if she smelled it, just don't be stupid.

Most of the people here followed this rule, and this was the reason why she had the tamest dorm building on campus. It had this great romantic feel to it that was perfect for what she was about to do.