New York was not really a city she loved, she never really did. Maybe it was because she was a West girl, maybe it was because a lot happened here and she did not feel like facing all the memories. Yet she had to be here for some business. She knew that as soon as her name would ping, a few people would make contact. Some per phone, some popping up behind her and saying hi. However, you could not just pop behind her without her noticing, she was, always on alert. It never stopped. So, to avoid some unwanted attention because people missed her, she simply reached out to those people and was now waiting at a café to meet and catch up.
"I'm glad you reached out," Natasha greeted as she sat down opposite of Bobbi. She had gotten word that she was in New York and she was curious. If Bobbi hadn't reached out she might have made a stop at her hotel to catch up with what brought her out here. "Did you get too much sun on the West Coast?"

















