Kate Bishop was a walking magnet for trouble.
Today she managed to make "several" quite serious problems at work.
So after today, she felt like total shit.
Actually, that was a good reason to go to the bar. And get a little drunk. No?
The bar was full of people. No wonder. It was Friday, 6 p.m. Who wouldn't go to a bar after a hard day's work?
Kate Bishop was sitting at the counter, she already had one beer in her. Now was sipping her other.
She hadn't planned to get drunk into oblivion today. No. Just a little.
When an unknown blonde lady sat down next to her. Slowly that Kate didn't choke on drinking.
The hot woman in the green coat looked damn good. Maybe, a little intimidating.
Mouth slightly ajar. As her eyes slowly traveled over the blonde's body.
Fuck.
Kate Bishop was a loser. So now she found that the sexy blonde was looking at her, with a smirk on her face.
Yeah, she should have expected him to catch her watching.
The views met. Kate's chin dropped even lower. Blood began to flow to her face.
She immediately looked away from the stranger.
Damn!
Despite her best efforts not to look again, after she was caught, she couldn't make it.
Again, this time "discreetly" she looked at the blonde.
A gaze fixed on the stranger's fingers, wrapped around a glass of unknown dark liquid.
Hmm... Maybe vodka with cola?
"You know, the next time you look at someone. Try to be less conspicuous." The blonde spoke.
Kate immediately looked away.
Was that on me?
As if the sexy blonde was reading her mind. When she spoke again. "Yes, that was up to you."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Her brain only made her mutter softly, "Sorry."
The stranger just snorted. "What's your name?"
Kate looked up at her in surprise.
She thought for a moment. "Kate."
"Kate." The blonde slowly pronounced her name. Tasted on the tongue.
That accent?!
Uh... you?" she said. "What's your name?"
"Yelena."