Kathrine's eerie feeling of doom melted away when Paul stepped through the door. Paul smiled when his eyes met hers, and Kathrine felt her legs turn to rubber again. Was she going to feel like this every time he smiled at her? Suddenly her insecurities welled up again like a tidal wave.
"I know you must be really tired," Kathrine fidgeted then looked away from Paul and walked into the kitchen. "You must be starving-I'm not the best cook, but I can make you something? What do you like to eat?" Kathrine leaned over the counter and stood on her toes as she reached for the upper cupboards where she kept her frying pans.