A brush of pink comes over Eve's cheeks, but it's probably just residual, righteous anger making its way to her brain. "You're right, you did ruin me. Our date was the worst thing that I've ever been subjected to. Just looking at a redhead makes me remember that horrible time."

Okay, that kind of hurts. Before any other sharp remarks can be thrown around, Kat's waitress comes back. "Would you like anything to drink?" she asks Eve, clearly choosing to ignore the tension between the two of them.