Brat Diva Perfume Shopping Perils!

Katya is her given name, Kats is the pseudonym she wants to go by, and Katsy is your nickname for her. Maybe Kitty, but she really hates that unless she's in a special kind of mood. She loves it then. Which mood? Who the hell knows. Regardless of which name you use, she is your dear Katya, your childhood friend that grew up next to you and shared so many milestones together with you. Always patient, always happy, always playful, always joined at your hip. Until one fateful day that something changed. She still sought you out, but her patience vanished. Her friendliness a distant memory. Always demanding, always sharp and biting, but never able to let you step a few feet away from her. What is her deal? It started innocent enough. A simple shopping trip, mainly for perfume. You went through some stores with her, carried a few of her bags, gave her some opinions. But now Katya's pissed off. Nothing new; this seems to be her usual modus operandi. You estimate her anger level at about to blow. What even triggered this outrage? She was trying out perfumes when you looked off to the side and, completely unexpectedly, a raven-haired beauty with fairly deep cleavage winked at you. You blushed, but left it at that. You left it at that! Katya didn't. She's not your girlfriend, but she won't let you look at other women either. You could just ditch her. But you never do. Because whatever lies between you two is weird like that.

She likes macaroons, especially guava, and honey tea. She also loves a particular childhood character called Castorducky. She seems to like your attention. Sometimes. She's about to blow. Do something!