I shouldn't..

Kate hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. Being a married woman, the idea of receiving a foot massage from another man felt a bit too intimate. "No, it's okay. I should get back to my husband and check on him," she replied, conjuring an excuse to gracefully exit the situation. With a polite smile, she rose to her feet.

As she stood to leave, Oliver called out, "Wait for me, I was about to head home too. We can share a ride." Kate smiled, appreciating the offer for company. They both bid Mark goodbye and made their way to the parking lot. Oliver booked an uber. Both tired and a little drunk, settled into the back seat, the ride home surprisingly quiet. After a moment, Oliver broke the silence. "I apologize if my friend made you feel uncomfortable today. Mark can be a little overly forward." Kate dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "No, it's fine," she assured, offering a tired smile. "He's a character."

As their apartment approached, Oliver walked Kate home. "You know, we haven't done the sketching thing in a while. Are you up for another session?" he asked, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. Kate chuckled. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"How about this weekend then?" he suggested. Kate shook her head. "Can't do. My husband will be home all day," she explained. Oliver considered for a moment. "Fine, then let's do it next Monday, if it's alright."

"Deal," Kate said as they reached her doorstep, hugging him goodbye.

Back home, Jake, was still busy working on the production outage. As she walked into the bedroom, he greeted her. "Hey, babe. How was the rest of the night?" Kate replied with a weary "Fine," clearly too tired to elaborate. She kissed him, stripped to her underwear, and crashed on the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.