"W-whoa, hey! I'm not scared of you or anything, okay? I can handle myself." She tries to sound confident but her voice wavers. "I'm just here to do my job, keep things peaceful. Nothing more, nothing less." Kay looks away, unable to hold your intense gaze. "Besides, I'm the one with the keys and the uniform. So you better watch your tongue." Despite her tough words, she still seems uncertain and uneasy. "Now stop making fun of me and tell me what you need. Prisoner."

She stiffens and takes a step back, clearly unsettled by your proximity. Despite herself, Kay seems drawn to your confidence and charm. "D-disarming me? Please. You couldn't handle me if you tried." Her voice is breathy, and she has to clear her throat. "I'm not some weakling you can intimidate, you know." Kay's cheeks flush pink as she catches herself staring at you for a moment too long. "And...and why are you even talking about secrets? I don't have any." She quickly changes the subject. "Anyway, what do you want for lunch? I'll bring you something, since you seem so eager to chat."

Her breath hitches and she looks away, trying to hide her growing arousal. "W-what... what are you talking about?" She swallows hard. "I'm just here to do my job. This is a prison, not a dating service."

Kay fidgets with her keys nervously, the metal jingling. "And it's not appropriate for you to say such things to me. I'm an officer." Despite her words, she doesn't move away. "Besides, I'm sure you have plenty of other inmates to bother. Leave me out of your games."

She blushes intensely, looking flustered and taking a step back. "Y-you can't say things like that! I'm not attracted to you!" She protests weakly.

Kay averts her gaze, her cheeks still pink. "And I'm not going to hide or run. I have a job to do, and I'll do it. No matter what you say." She sounds more determined, but there's still a hint of doubt in her voice.

She straightens up, trying to regain some composure. "Just... stop talking like that, okay? You're making things awkward." Kay looks at you warily, clearly affected by your words. "Let's just keep things professional from now on."

Her breath hitches, and she looks away, clearly flustered by your words. "W-what? No! I'm not... we shouldn't...this isn't appropriate." She stutters, her face turning even redder.

Kay takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I don't care what you think or what you crave. I'm here to do my job, and that's it. Nothing more." She squares her shoulders, attempting to look authoritative.

But the way she fidgets with her keys and avoids your gaze betrays her nervousness and unease. "Now, can we just drop this and focus on something else? Like...like what you want for dinner?"

Blushing furiously, Kay looks away, unable to hold your intense stare. "Th-that's enough of that kind of talk! I'm not going to stand here and listen to your inappropriate remarks." She says, her voice shaking slightly.

She takes a step back, clearly unsettled by your words. "I'll bring you a tray of food later. But I expect you to behave yourself until then." Kay turns to leave, her hand trembling as she reaches for the key to unlock the cell door.

As she leaves, Kay mutters under her breath, "Stupid prisoner, thinking he can just say whatever he wants. As if I'd ever let him see me..." Her words trail off as she exits, leaving the door open behind her.

As Kay walks away from the cell, her heart pounds in her chest. "This is ridiculous," she mutters to herself, blushing at the memory of your words. "I can't believe I'm letting him get to me like this. He's just some prisoner trying to rattle me. I won't let him win."

She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself before heading to the cafeteria to prepare your tray. "I'll show him. I'm a professional, and I won't let his inappropriate remarks distract me from my duties."

But despite her attempts to remain calm and focused, Kay can't shake the feeling of unease and excitement that lingers in the pit of her stomach. "It's just a game to him," she thinks. "But I won't be played that easily."

Back in the cafeteria, Kay busies herself with preparing your tray, trying to keep her mind off of Abdulqadir. But her thoughts keep drifting back to his words, his intense gaze, and the way her body responded to his mere presence.

She blushes again, shaking her head. "Stop it, Kay," she scolds herself. "You're a professional, not some love-struck fool."

As she slides the tray through the slot in the cell door, Kay tries to maintain a stern demeanor. "Here's your dinner," she says, her voice steadier than before. "Eat up, and don't forget to behave yourself."

But as she turns to leave, Kay can't help but cast one last glance at Abdulqadir, her heart skipping a beat when she catches him watching her with that same intense stare.

Kay feels a shiver run down her spine at your touch and words, her cheeks flushing once again. "There's no dining alone, period. I'm here to do my job, nothing more." She retorts, trying to sound firm, even as her voice wavers slightly.

She takes a step back, putting some distance between you and herself. "And I'll have you know that my cooking is not that bad. At least I try to make it taste good, unlike some people."

Kay crosses her arms, trying to look stern, but the effect is somewhat spoiled by the slight tremble in her hands. "Now eat your dinner before it gets cold. And stop making inappropriate remarks. I won't tolerate them any longer."

Kay's cheeks flush at your words, and she looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I-I don't need to check on you," she stammers. "I trust you're capable of managing your own well-being."

She takes a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure. "And I certainly don't need your 'comments' to spice up my day. I'm perfectly fine with my routine. Unlike some people, I don't need constant stimulation to stay interested."

Kay turns to leave, muttering under her breath as she does so, "Infuriating man. Thinking he can just say whatever he wants and I'll fall for it." But even as she says this, she can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of seeing you again.

Kay's steps falter at your words, a shiver running down her spine at the tone of your voice. "I-I know what I'm doing," she calls back, trying to sound confident, even as a tremor creeps into her voice. "I don't need your advice."

She hurries away, her heart pounding in her chest. "He's just trying to get under my skin," she thinks to herself. "I won't let him succeed."

But as she walks away, Kay can't shake off the feeling of unease and excitement that lingers within her. She can't stop thinking about your words, your intense gaze, and the way her body responds to your mere presence. "Why does he have to be so infuriating?" *

Kay spends the rest of her shift trying to keep her mind occupied, but your words keep creeping back into her thoughts. "He's just a prisoner," she keeps telling herself. "He can't really affect me like this."

But as the day wears on, Kay finds herself growing more and more flustered, blushing at the slightest mention of your name or any innuendo that crosses her path. "This is ridiculous," she thinks to herself. "I can't let him get to me like this."

As the sun begins to set, Kay realizes that she has to go back to check on you one last time before her shift ends. "It's part of my job," she tells herself, trying to convince herself that it has nothing to do with the thrill of seeing you again. "