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[agentmoreau]

Who: Elena, Zero
Where: The Starbucks
When: Thursday night (4/16)
Warnings: will be added as needed, but probably none
What: Zero wants to talk. Elena isn't sure she should be here.

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[red_maverick]

The familiar engine telegraphed Zero's arrival, as he pulled the motorcycle into the lot and parked. His leathers creaking softly as he swung his leg back over, he walked into the Starbucks via the side entrance, placing his order as he scanned for Elena. He didn't seem to wear any particular expression on his face, just a half-blank, half-serious look that sat like it was painted on. You could call it stoic, but you'd be wrong.

When his order came up, he made his way to the front door, stepping back into the night air, letting the coolness play at his scalp. Then he saw her, sitting at her old table. The groove in the seat's probably gone, he mentally mused. Walking through the other tables, he finally came to hers, hanging his helmet on the chair across before unzipping his coat and sliding into the seat.

For a moment, he didn't say anything. Honestly, he didn't know what to say. Last time he'd run into her, he was on the floor, hands behind his back, beaten and apprehended by her employer's security detail. One of his best

[agentmoreau]

Elena took a drag on her cigarette to settle herself, and refused to flinch. So that's how it was going to go.

"If that's what you called me here for, I have a lot that I could be doing," she said mildly. She couldn't let him provoke her, couldn't let him get in too deep - if she gave away anything the whole plan would be ruined. And then where would she be?

...But that was rude. "...Sorry. Guess I'm kind of on edge."

[red_maverick]

"Would never have guessed."

Zero's voice wasn't exactly warm at the moment, but he wasn't trying to be antagonistic; at least, not actively. He hadn't called her out to verbally spar, and he hadn't called her out to yell, either. But what did he call her out for?

Because she was his friend, that's why.

"...You were just doing your job. I don't hold that against you, 'Lena." His eyes were on his coffee, steam swirling through the lid. Something in him knew he wasn't done, that he had a lot to say, a lot to ask; but at that moment, that was all he was letting out.

[agentmoreau]

To hear that come from Zero, to hear him forgive her after having him arrested... Elena swallowed hard. He really was a better friend than she had ever imagined.

"You have every right to," she said, also avoiding his eyes. "But for what it's worth, I'm glad you don't."

She took a sip of her coffee and pushed all thoughts of the raid to the back of her mind. "...Are you alright? Considering, I mean."