Yes, Cy was late, on her first day, too, but, she had an excuse this time. A few, really. Navigating through a new city, not being able to decide what to get at Starbucks (she had gone with a grande green tea frappuccino), and deciding what to wear. (They had said professional. She went with the most professional thing she really owned, a pair of jeans without any holes or rips, a blue tank top, sneakers, and a few gold bracelets around her wrist.)
Finally, after sprinting across a few blocks and to the headquarters, she stepped inside, Starbucks cup in hand. After a moment, Cy spotted Agent Day and headed that way, waving. "Yo! Sorry, traffic was an absolute bitch," she greeted a little too loudly, speaking over the music that blasted through her headphones.