In her apartment, Kymopoleia was sitting in front of the TV and eating yesterday's Chinese takeout. That it was Valentine's Day didn't mean anything to her. It was a Christian day turned into a romantic day and Kymopoleia didn't do either of those things. Even the ads on the television were talking about roses and plush teddies and candlelit dinners, and Ky rolled her eyes at humanity and their obsessions.
Sometimes felt odd though, something external, and she realised after a little time that it was Briareos she felt somewhere near by. She decided to ignore it.
The two saw each other at bars some nights, they could even be in the same room as each other without Kymopoleia wanting to grab for a gun or a knife, but he wouldn't come to her home, she was sure. He'd made it clear that he was allowing her to set that boundary.
But maybe he'd changed his mind. Going to the kitchen she got a knife and slipped it down the back of her jeans, hiding it under her top. She drew her red hair up into a messy bun - nothing for him to grab onto - and then walked out of her apartment and to the front door of the building.
On the stoop she looked over at him and said, "what are you doing here?"