The blonde is pointedly ignoring the bruise blossoming on her cheekbone as she waited in line for coffee. She’d been in a fight the night before at a bar across from some hospital trying to defend a girl from some guy who wasn’t taking a hint. Everything hurt, lights seemed too bright in the moment, but she wasn’t one to complain, she would take on the discomfort like a champion. She’s pretty sure someone asked her a question, but when she looked for someone she knew she was at a loss. Instead she turned to find the brunette looking at her, “Did you say something?”