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“Oh, by the way, the repair guy will be coming by at eleven to fix the shower.”
Catra sits up, suddenly a lot more alert. Normally she tunes out during Scorpia’s long goodbyes on a morning – seriously, Scorpia acts like she’s never going to see Catra again most of the time – but the information that some random repair guy will be interrupting her much needed day off is enough to make her tune back in.
“Uh, what?” Catra asks, “since when?”
“I organised it with the landlord ages ago,” Scorpia says, “but he’s been going through this rehiring—”
“I don’t care about the annoying landlord’s business,” Catra says quickly, “can’t we reschedule? I really didn’t want to get dressed today. I haven’t had a day off in forever and the last thing I want is to deal with some weirdo plumber. Seriously, last time, he was creepy as fuck, and I had to make awkward small talk with him until he fixed our shit and finally left.”
“I’m sorry, wildcat, but today was the only day I could get him to do it,” Scorpia apologises, “they’re really backlogged on all the complaints, and we do need the shower to actually work as soon as possible.”
“I don’t know, I’m fine showering in a light drizzle for a few more days,” Catra mutters, but at Scorpia’s sad puppy-dog expression, she sighs and says, “alright, fine, I’ll deal with it. But I’m not getting out of my pyjamas.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Scorpia smiles, pulling open the apartment’s front door, “I’ll see you later, wildcat. Don’t forget to eat your greens and drink lots of water and—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Catra rolls her eyes, immediately scooping up another spoonful of Lucky Charms that mostly consists of the marshmallows, “have a good day.”
Scorpia smiles as she heads out of the door. “I always do!”
She does, Catra has to admit. She’s not sure she’s ever actually seen Scorpia upset, and in a way, it’s comforting to have a best friend that’s such an optimist. Especially when Catra is generally the opposite, but whatever.
She finishes up her cereal and glances up at the clock. Scorpia said the repair guy will come by at eleven, so that means she has enough time to squeeze in an episode of a TV show before she gets trapped into awkward small talk with the creepy fifty year old repair guy.
She settles down on the couch and promises to be as unapproachable as possible. She’s no stranger to creepy men, since she’s been working in a bar since her first year of university. Now it’s her final year, so it’s safe to say she’s used to dealing with it. She just doesn’t want to deal with it in her own home, and the last time she’d dealt with the repair guy had left her creeped out for hours even after he left.
Catra shivers at the memory and wishes that Scorpia were here. She’s the expert at small talk, extroverted as she is, and she can make conversation with literally anybody. She’s the one who’s good at dealing with this kind of thing, no matter how creepy the other person in the conversation is. Catra, on the other hand, can hardly refrain from calling them creepy to their faces.
At least the creepy repair guy won’t ask for my number, Catra thinks as she cuddles herself up in a blanket and switches the TV on. Unlike the drunk assholes she encounters at work, she can at least feel safe in the fact that said creepy repair guy is probably married with an equally creepy wife. Maybe some creepy children thrown in the mix too, who knows?
She’s barely halfway through her show, and has pushed the whole topic from her mind, when there’s a knock on the front door. Catra looks up at the clock on the wall, then checks her watch, then the clock built into her phone just to confirm that it’s not somehow eleven already. Ten-thirty, so maybe it’s a friend coming over to visit who she can use as an excuse to not politely chat with the repair guy.
Forcing herself up off the couch, Catra heads towards the apartment’s front door and doesn’t bother looking through the peephole before she yanks it open.
Standing in the hallway, gigantic toolbox carried casually in her left hand like it weighs absolutely nothing, and dressed in a t-shirt and some stupidly attractive overalls, is the hottest woman Catra has ever seen.
“Hi,” the woman says, and she flashes a goofy smile that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is, “sorry, I’m kind of early. This is the apartment with the broken shower, right? I’m still learning my way around the building. I’m new.”
Catra feels like she forgets every single word of the English language as she looks at the woman in front of her. Blonde hair, tied back into an easy ponytail with a little poof thing styled at the front of it. Bright blue eyes, bluer than anything she’s ever seen, lit up in that dorky grin that’s somehow really cute and really hot at the same time. She’s young – can’t be a day over 25 – and in incredible shape, judging by those arms alone.
“Sorry, I was rambling,” the woman says, taking her staring and silence the wrong way, “anyway, hopefully you do have a broken shower—wait, I mean, I’m not wishing that on you or anything, I just…” the woman pauses, smiles sheepishly, and says, “I’m just still figuring out my way around, that’s all.”
“Uh,” Catra stammers, tearing her gaze away from the woman’s biceps long enough to remember her words, “yeah. Our shower’s broken. Sorry, I was just expecting the old guy.”
And not an incredibly hot woman, Catra finishes in her head. The incredibly hot woman in question smiles and says, “I only started last week. I’m still catching up on all of the backlogged complaints. Apparently the old guy was fired. There were a load of complaints about him or something, but that’s why you guys haven’t had anyone to repair your stuff for a while. Anyway, I’m rambling again…”
She trails off, and Catra realises she needs to invite her inside. She steps aside, trying to look like she’s not completely flustered, and gestures inside the apartment. “Come in. I’ll show you where it is.”
The woman nods, following her inside, and suddenly the idea of awkward small talk feels a whole lot more awkward. Usually, Catra is pretty confident with women, but this situation feels different. She doesn’t know why.
Maybe it’s because I’m stood here in my fucking pyjamas, Catra realises in one embarrassing moment. Her t-shirt is fine, an old regular t-shirt advertising one of her favourite bands, which her ex-girlfriend accidentally dropped cigarette ash on and burned a hole through. But her pyjama pants… they’re covered in rainbows and unicorns, a joke present she’d received from her friend Entrapta on her last birthday. Or at least, she hopes it was a joke.
Suddenly, she wishes she’d bothered to get dressed earlier. But instead, she’s wearing rainbow unicorn pyjamas in front of the hottest woman she’s ever met.
“The apartments here are really nice,” the woman comments, speaking a little louder over the clunking noises coming from her toolbox as she walks, “do you live here on your own, or…?”
If that question had been coming from the creepy old repair guy, Catra would’ve headed for the phone and called the police immediately for fear of her safety. But from this woman, Catra wonders if it means she’s interested.
It’s probably just casual small talk, but still. Catra can dream.
“No,” Catra answers, “I share with my best friend. We’re both in our last year of university.”
“Oh, cool,” the woman says as Catra opens up the bathroom door and flicks the light on, “okay, so, the water pressure’s been weird? At least, that’s what the building manager told me this morning.”
“Yeah,” Catra says, turning the shower on to demonstrate and trying not to accidentally spray herself or the hot plumber with the mild drizzle that comes from the shower head, “basically, that’s as much as it’ll let out. Which is really annoying when you’re actually in there.”
“I can fix that,” the woman smiles, “no problem. It shouldn’t take more than half an hour.”
“Cool,” Catra says, and as the woman drops her toolbox and flips it open, she offers, “do you want a drink?”
“Uh,” the woman hesitates as she selects the right tool from her box. She looks up and flashes that smile again, and something in Catra’s stomach flutters. “Sure. Just water, please.”
“Okay,” Catra says, and as she turns to leave, she stops herself and asks, “what’s your name?”
It’s a little blurted out, and probably seems completely random and weird that she asked, so Catra quickly adds, “you know. Just because we’ll probably see each other a lot. This apartment is kind of falling apart at the seams.”
“Oh,” the woman smiles, “I’m Adora. You?”
“Catra,” Catra says, ignoring the way Adora’s bashful smile makes her head spin, “I’ll go get your drink.”
“Thanks,” Adora says, then she turns around to get to work. Catra has to physically tear her gaze away from the woman when she reaches up to take the shower head off its hook, showing off her arms in all of their muscular glory.
“Jesus,” Catra mutters to herself as she leaves the bathroom and closes the door behind her. She replays the image over in her head, then realises what she’s doing and pushes it out. “Get it together,” she tells herself, pushing herself away from the door to get a glass of water for Adora.
It’s alright telling herself that, but it’s another thing trying to keep herself together when she walks in on Adora leaning underneath the shower valve, her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration as she twists something with her spanner wrench.
Adora looks up and notices her staring, but she doesn’t seem to realise it’s in that way. Instead, she smiles, places the wrench down, and takes the glass of water. Her fingers brush lightly against Catra’s, and something feels so electrifying about it that Catra has to take a few steps back.
“Thanks,” Adora says, taking a sip of the water. She places the glass down beside her and picks up her wrench again.
Catra turns to go, but Adora speaks, and Catra feels like she’s completely rooted to the spot in the best way possible.
“You know,” Adora laughs lightly, “it’s honestly a nice relief coming in here. You won’t believe the weirdos I’ve dealt with in the last week. You’re a breath of fresh air.”
The compliment makes her stomach flip, but Catra realises she’s got to play it cool. If she’s going to stop being so fucking awkward and take a chance with this woman, something she normally doesn’t have trouble with, she needs to relax.
“I’d say I can’t imagine,” Catra says, “but unfortunately, I bartend, so I think I have you beat on the weirdos. And I get drunk weirdo on top of regular weirdo.”
“Yeah, probably,” Adora agrees, “still, at least you’re not walking into the weirdos’ homes. Seriously, I thought one guy was going to kidnap me. I was fixing his sink and he just… stared at me. The entire time. Literally for an hour straight.”
Catra winces, but to be honest, she can see why. Hopefully she’s being more subtle. Or maybe Adora is just an oblivious straight woman who forgets lesbians exist. “Well, I’ll leave you to work, then. Shout if you need anything.”
Adora smiles that dorky smile, and Catra wonders how long she’s been doing this handyman thing. Or handywoman thing, to be more accurate. She’s young, definitely around Catra’s age, at most a year older. Most women their age are finishing up college, but Adora seems comfortable in her job, when she’s actually working.
Catra wants to ask, but she also doesn’t want to come off like one of the creepers Adora has encountered since she started working here. She flashes a confident, cocky smile back, the one she knows girls like, and turns and heads out of the bathroom, leaving Adora to her work.
She settles down on the couch again, hyperaware of the gorgeous woman in her bathroom as she presses play on her show. She’s barely ten minutes in when the bathroom door opens and said gorgeous woman steps out, toolbox in hand, goofy grin on her face.
“All finished,” Adora announces proudly, already heading towards the door, “if there’s any other problems, don’t hesitate to let me know! Or, well, the landlord, who’ll tell me. See you around!”
Catra has barely opened her mouth to stop her from leaving by the time the front door is closing behind Adora and she’s missed her chance completely.
“Uh, what’re you doing under there?”
“None of your business.”
“Well…” Scorpia hesitates, and Catra rolls her eyes when the next sound she hears isn’t Scorpia walking away, “I kind of need to wash my plate before I leave for work, wildcat.”
“Do it in the bathroom sink,” Catra says, pulling the wrench towards her, loosening an important looking bolt on the pipes below the kitchen sink. “I’m busy.”
Scorpia frowns. “Busy doing what? Is the sink broken?”
“Not yet,” Catra murmurs, quietly enough that Scorpia doesn’t hear it. She pulls out another important looking bolt and hopes that she hasn’t damaged it so much that she and Scorpia won’t get their deposit back when they move out.
She hears shuffling behind her, and then Scorpia’s face pops up way too close for comfort. Catra slips out from under the sink and watches as Scorpia scrambles to get out too, tossing the wrench and the screwdrivers she’d been using to mess with the sink aside.
Scorpia looks from the sink, to Catra, to the rather large pile of nuts, bolts and screws Catra deposits on the kitchen table, and asks confusedly, “are you trying to break our sink?”
“Not completely break it,” Catra murmurs, blushing embarrassedly, because the entire situation is embarrassing. “Just… maim it a little.”
“And…” Scorpia frowns, “why would you want to do that?”
“Well,” Catra hedges, trying to delay the inevitable mortification of telling Scorpia the truth. But Scorpia sends her that look, and Catra supposes that it’s her sink too. “I want to see the hot repair woman again.”
Scorpia pauses, blinks once, and then bursts out laughing once the words sink in. Catra rolls her eyes, reaching out and smacking her lightly on the arm. “Shut up.”
“I’m sorry, wildcat,” Scorpia says between laughs, “it’s just… that’s so… well… it’s so cute.”
“I am not cute,” Catra snaps, “take that back.”
“But it is cute,” Scorpia insists, and she chuckles lightly at the irritated scoff Catra lets out. “What? It is. You’ve got a little crush.”
“Okay, I don’t have a crush,” Catra mutters, annoyed, “I just missed my chance to ask her out because she rushed off before I could. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get rid of these.”
Catra scoops up the pile of screws and considers what to do with them. She quickly has the bright idea that Adora might need to order parts in to replace them, and that’ll give her yet another chance if she somehow misses this one, so she promptly tosses them in the trash. Then she heads towards the phone to call down to the office and report the broken sink to the landlord.
She hears Scorpia still chuckling to herself, murmuring, “cute little crush,” under her breath. Really, Catra knows how pathetic she’s being. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and the truth is, the gorgeous handywoman is all Catra has been able to think about for the last week. She’d been hoping to maybe catch Adora in the hallways on her way out to work or class, but so far she’d had no luck.
So instead of being a normal person and forgetting about a woman she’d met once, Catra decided to destroy her kitchen sink. Completely rational.
As she explains that her sink is broken on the phone, she can’t help but feel just a little bit dumb for what she’d done. Maybe Adora will figure out that the damage is a DIY job – frankly, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure that one out – and immediately switch jobs to get away from her.
Whatever, Catra thinks to herself as she hangs up the phone, it’s done now.
“Good luck with your crush, wildcat!” Scorpia says as she heads past Catra to go out to work. “Fingers crossed, I’ll come home tonight and find out you’ve got a date.”
Catra blushes embarrassedly, rolling her eyes as Scorpia heads out. “I don’t have a crush.”
Both of them know she’s lying through her teeth.
Five hours later, and still no sign of Adora.
Catra gets it, really. Sometimes a lot of stuff needs repairing in one day, or maybe Adora is still super backlogged with all of the stuff that needed doing before she was hired. But Catra is lounging on the couch, this time dressed up accordingly in her tightest pants and shirt so Adora can see exactly what’s in front of her. She’d spent way longer than she usually would standing in front of the mirror doing her eyeliner, trying to make it perfect.
It's a little sad, she knows that. But whatever. She’d broken her own damn sink for this, she wasn’t going to open the door to Adora in her pyjamas. Last time was embarrassing enough.
It’s even more sad when finally, at 2:45PM, there’s a knock on the door. Catra jumps up and rushes over, then pauses behind the door and takes a quick once-over in the nearby mirror. Once she’s satisfied, she pulls open the door and puts on her flirtatious smile.
“Hey, Adora,” Catra says, letting her voice drop into a slightly huskier tone, “how’s it hanging?”
Adora flashes that goofy grin, and she steps inside the apartment completely unfazed. “I’m good! I heard you’ve got a broken sink? You weren’t joking when you said your apartment was falling apart.”
Catra leaves out the part where she’s the one making it fall apart. “Do you want a drink?”
“Sure,” Adora says, and then laughs, “I’d ask for water, but I guess I’ve got to fix your sink first.”
Catra laughs quietly at the dorky joke, leading her through to the kitchen. She looks over at the sink, hoping she doesn’t look too sheepish as she says, “I don’t know what’s up with it. Looks fine to me, but you’re the expert.”
“Let me take a look,” Adora says, opening the cupboard doors underneath the sink and ducking down. Catra has to avert her gaze at risk of feeling like a total creeper, and busies herself with getting Adora a glass of water from the bottle she keeps in the fridge.
“Huh,” Adora says, her voice muffled underneath the sink. She slips out from under it and flips open her toolbox, pulling out a little drawer full of all sorts of bolts and screws. “It looks like there’s a load of screws missing. To be honest, I’m surprised it held together this long, and I’m even more surprised that the screws all seem to have like… disappeared? At least, they’re not under here, and you’d think they would be if they just dropped out.”
“Weird,” Catra comments, and she hopes it sounds believable, “are you going to need to order some parts for it or something?”
“Probably not,” Adora says easily, nodding towards the drawer of screws and bolts, “I’m going to look through here, I should have some screws that fit. If not, I can check my junk drawer in my office downstairs.”
Catra raises her eyebrows. “You have an office?”
“Yeah,” Adora looks up with a slightly sheepish smile, “well, it’s more of a supply closet, really. Anyway, I’ll look through here and hopefully I’ll find enough screws that work. I might be here a while, though, if that’s okay.”
“That’s perfectly fine,” Catra says, and on a whim, asks, “do you need help? You know, if you’ve got a lot of jobs to do today or whatever.”
“Uh,” Adora looks through, picking out one screw and leaning under the sink to test it, “that’s okay. I feel like you’d probably slow me down. No offence or anything!” she says quickly, and moves back even quicker, banging her head on the top of the cupboard, “ouch.”
Adora is blushing embarrassedly when she pulls back, rubbing the back of her head where she hit it.
“Okay, real smooth,” Adora whispers to herself, and then says at normal volume, “I just meant… I don’t know, you might pick out a bunch of the wrong screws or something. Just because you wouldn’t know what to look for. That’s all.”
“Sure.” Catra isn’t certain if she was supposed to hear that first part, so she doesn’t comment on it. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Adora nods, “I’m just a little clumsy sometimes. Anyway, I’ll get to work and try not to disturb you. Are you going out?”
Catra frowns. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, it’s just…” Adora trails off, and she’s a little quieter when she says, “you look nice. Like you’re going out on a date or something.”
Catra’s stomach flutters, glad that Adora had noticed the effort, but annoyed that the oblivious idiot hadn’t realised Catra had done it for her.
“No, I’m not going out,” Catra says, and in a moment of weird vulnerability, she actually admits something. “Today is my day off every week. I kind of packed up my schedule a little too much and burnt out, so I always take a day to myself once a week now.”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry for interrupting,” Adora says, not realising that Catra had literally broken her own sink to get her here. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
“That’s okay, take your time,” Catra says, and hoping that Adora finally takes the hint, she adds, “I like your company.”
Adora smiles, picking another screw out of the drawer. “That’s cool, then. I… I like your company too.”
There’s a moment of silence, and Catra realises that she’s staring. But then… Adora is staring back, and her eyes look like they’re wandering. It’s a good sign, and Catra goes to ask her out then and there, when something beeps in Adora’s pocket, and the other woman jumps in surprise.
Adora pulls out a pager and her eyes widen when she reads the message on it. Slamming the little screw drawer shut and tossing her tools back in the toolbox, Adora jumps up quickly.
“Sorry,” Adora says hurriedly, “I have to go. Massive dishwasher emergency on floor ten. I’ll come back tomorrow to fix this!”
Catra watches hopelessly as Adora rushes out of the door, and realises even more hopelessly that she’s out all day tomorrow.
Desperate times really do call for desperate measures.
When Catra came back the other night to a post-it note with fixed sink while you were out :) – Adora scrawled on it in impossibly cute handwriting, she knew she had to do something. So she’d taken out the trusty screwdriver and gone to town on the bathroom sink. By the time she’s done, the whole thing looks like it’s falling apart.
When Catra sees herself in the mirror, clutching the screwdriver as the faucet lies in the middle of the sink, completely detached, water leaking out, she almost feels ashamed.
She does feel ashamed when Scorpia knocks on the bathroom door. Catra opens it wordlessly, watches as Scorpia notices the sink, and before her best friend can talk, she murmurs, “I know. I’ve gone insane.”
“I mean, I wasn’t going to put it exactly like that,” Scorpia says, looking away from the sink to put a hand on Catra’s shoulder and gently lead her towards the couch, “but yes. You’ve gone insane.”
“I almost asked her last time, I swear,” Catra says, “but there was a dishwasher emergency and she ran out before I could.”
“Why don’t you just… you know, go downstairs and ask to see her, then ask her out?” Scorpia asks, and suddenly that seems like the obvious choice, rather than maiming their apartment. “You know, rather than wrecking our apartment.”
Catra ignores the question, because realistically the only answer is I’m an idiot, and passes the screwdriver over to Scorpia. “Please just hide that from me. I can’t be trusted with it, obviously.”
Scorpia takes the screwdriver, but she doesn’t go to hide it. “I’ve never seen you like this over a girl before, wildcat. What’s up?”
“I don’t know,” Catra says, “I’ve just gone completely insane, that’s the only explanation.”
“Or,” Scorpia says, dragging the word out, “you’ve finally met someone that you really like, and you’re not used to actually having, like, feelings for someone.”
“I think I’d rather plead insanity,” Catra says dryly, but at a pointed look from Scorpia, she sighs and murmurs, “okay, maybe you hit the nail on the head.”
“Of course I did,” Scorpia smiles, “I’m your best friend. Sometimes that means I know what’s going on better than you do.”
“Unfortunately,” Catra says, “so what do I do now? You know, before another sink has to suffer.”
“Call down and tell them about the sink,” Scorpia says, “and when they send her up, ask her out. Don’t let her run off before you do. And then if she says no, if she’s straight or something… then I’ll run to the store and get all the ice cream we need to get you through. But seriously, please call down, because the sink is leaking and I really don’t want to wake up in a swimming pool.”
Finally, Catra laughs. She nudges Scorpia lightly and says, “you’re the best,” quietly, before adding at a normal volume, “now go to your room. The last thing I need is you staring at me while I’m trying to ask a girl out. That would just make it even more embarrassing.”
“Okay, okay,” Scorpia throws an arm around her in a hug, and then gets up and smiles one last time. “Good luck, wildcat.”
“I’m going to need it,” Catra murmurs to herself, and after a few moments of wondering how she’s going to explain the broken sink to Adora, she gets up and calls down to the main office to report a ‘sink emergency’.
Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the apartment door, and Catra opens it to see Adora in her overalls, that dorky grin on her face. It seems like a permanent fixture, like she’s always got something to smile about, and it’s comforting.
“Someone has a sink emergency?” Adora asks, then laughs quietly and murmurs, “okay, that sounded funnier in my head. It’s not the kitchen one, is it? I swear, I sat for like, years looking for the right screws.”
“Bathroom,” Catra says quietly, stepping aside and letting Adora in, “the kitchen sink has actually never worked better.”
“Oh, cool,” Adora smiles proudly, “sinks were the first thing I learned to fix, when I was twelve. I wasn’t really the academic type, so I skipped out on university and got an apprenticeship. Learned the trade properly, even though I’d been fixing stuff my whole life. And… I don’t know why I’m telling you that. Sorry, that was weird. I’ll get to work.”
“No, it’s… I want to hear that stuff,” Catra says embarrassedly, and she’s even more embarrassed when they get to the bathroom and Adora finally sees the damage.
“What happened?” Adora asks as she examines the detached faucet. “This didn’t just fall off, right? Because I’m pretty sure there’s like, no way that can happen.”
“Uh, no,” Catra says, and as mortifying as it is, she realises she has to admit this, “I did it. On purpose.”
Adora looks up in surprise, frowning confusedly. “Why would you break your own bathroom sink?”
Catra isn’t sure if it’s better or worse that Adora doesn’t get it. Really, she can’t believe that Adora is that oblivious. Catra can’t look at her when she says it. She’s aware that she probably resembles a tomato right now, and it just adds to the mortification.
“I did it,” Catra starts, “so I’d have an excuse to see you again. The kitchen sink was me too.”
Adora frowns, and when Catra risks a look at her, she realises that she still doesn’t get it. “Oh. Why do you want to see me?”
“Oh my god,” Catra sighs exasperatedly, “because I like you, idiot. And I kept trying to wait for the right moment to ask you out, but you’d always run out, and I just—I can’t keep destroying my apartment, and I’m running out of things to wreck anyway, so…”
“Oh,” Adora’s eyes widen in surprise, but slowly, a soft smile spreads onto her face. There’s a slightly teasing tone in Adora’s voice when she asks, “you broke two sinks because you wanted to ask me out?”
“You don’t need to say it,” Catra murmurs, “it’s embarrassing enough.”
“That’s so cute,” Adora laughs, and Catra rolls her eyes. Adora grins, putting her toolbox down and saying, “well?” folding her arms across her chest expectantly.
Catra frowns. “Well what?”
“Are you going to ask me out?” Adora asks, “or are you going to break another sink first?”
“I… shut up,” Catra says embarrassedly, but she maintains her composure for a few more moments. “Adora… will you go out with me?”
Adora grins. “I’d love to go out with you, Catra.”
For a second, they just look into each other’s eyes, completely wrapped up in the happiness of the moment. And then a blast of water spurts from the sink, soaking them both through to the bone.
Catra lets out the most embarrassingly girlish scream and Adora laughs quietly, wiping the water from her face.
“Okay,” Adora says, “I’ll go out with you on one condition.”
Catra jumps back as the sink sprays more water out. “And what’s that?”
Adora smirks, leaning down and opening up her toolbox. “You stop murdering sinks for my attention.”
Catra groans. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
Adora flashes that dorky grin again. “Nope.”
“You know what?” Catra says, pausing in mock thought, “on second thought, I don’t think I want to go out with you anymore.”
“Hey! No take backs.”
“Just fix my sink, dumbass.”
Another stream of water spurts out of the broken faucet, and Adora smiles, leaning down to pull her in for a soft, gentle kiss. Catra is stunned at her boldness as she pulls away, and the butterflies in her stomach go wild when Adora smiles that goofy smile and holds up her wrench.
“On it.”