Katie went to Tom's office.

When she got to his office, she saw Tom typing furiously on his laptop.

"Hey, mister, still working on that investment bot?" Katie points at Tom's laptop.

"Oh hey, yeah, it's in the testing phase." Tom shrugged.

"So, how are you doing? And no, I'm not talking about work or that bot." Katie sat down on Tom's table.

"I'm fine. Oh, by the way, mom wanted to invite you to Sunday lunch, and she said something about having not seen you for too long," he replied.

Katie knew Tom was trying to change the conversation, "So you waited till I came to your office at the end of the week to invite me for lunch this Sunday?"

"Sorry, I have been busy, and I just remembered when I saw you" he avoided looking at Katie.

"Tom, what is it? What are you hiding? I have known you forever and know when you're avoiding me." she questioned, trying to get Tom to look at her.

"It's nothing," he said, repeatedly tapping the same key on his laptop.

"Is it a girl? Are you hiding some sexy woman, scared I will judge her to ****?" She tried to lighten the mood by giving him a smile.

"No," he said hesitantly, avoiding Katie's gaze, still tapping at the same key.

"Ok, mister, I am going to sit on this table till you spill, and I have all day," she replied, getting comfortable on his desk.

“CAN YOU STOP? CAN YOU FUCKING LET IT GO! I DON'T FUCKING NEED A THERAPY SESSION!” Tom shouted, looking at Katie with his jaw clenched.

Katie was stunned, she had seen Tom mad before, but he was never the one to shout. She could see a mixture of pain and passion in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I was worried about you," she said softly, getting off the table and heading to the door.

He breathed deeply, recomposing himself, "no, I am sorry I shouldn't have shouted at you. See you this Sunday?"

"Yeah, I will be there," Katie replied, still trying to make sense of what just happened. She left the office still confused about what happened but looked forward to hanging out with Nora.