girl like you
Karen was tired.
Not tired in a ‘stayed up all night working on solving a case’ way. Tired in a ‘Matt Murdock is entirely exasperating’ way.
But she couldn’t yell at him. Not because she wasn’t willing, but because he had wisely fled the building as soon as the workday was over. Foggy shortly followed after realizing she was far from in the mood. So she stayed behind to clean up, taking out her anger on the papers covering her desk.
“Stupid boys.” She muttered, roughly shoving them into a drawer. “Why can’t they just get over themselves? But no, I have to get caught in the mess. Maybe sort out your own issues for once…”
She was interrupted by a soft knock on the (already open) door. “Hello?” A brunette woman stood in the doorway, looking somewhere between amused and wary. “I’m looking for Matthew. I was told he works here?”
Oh, great. One of Matt’s many girlfriends. (She wasn’t actually sure if they existed, but she’d heard enough from Foggy to get an idea.) “We’re closed. You’ll just have to come back tomorrow to see him.” Karen grumbled, dumping multiple papers into a trash can.
“I see.” She had a subtle accent-maybe British, maybe something else. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. Are you his friend?”
“Sometimes.” Karen muttered, kicking the trash can. She looked up at the woman, who was looking unsure if it was safe to be here or not, and suddenly felt bad. “I’m sorry,” She said, trying for a smile. “I’ve just….had a rough day.”
“Understandable. May I come in?” She glanced at the trashcan. “Or will you throw me away too?” It sounded like she was teasing.
“Of course not-I mean, yes, you can come in-but of course I won’t throw you away, you don’t look anything like trash…” Karen trailed off, blushing hard. Fantastic. She was babbling.
To her surprise, the woman smiled. “I should hope not.” She stepped inside. Her hair was long, dark, and wavy, and Karen instantly realized she had a thing for brunettes. She was dressed well, not only fashionable, but also in a way that clearly showed off her wealth. “What a quaint little place you have here.” She said, not unkindly.
“Thanks.” Karen said, almost pinching herself to keep from sounding like an idiot again. “It’s, uh...it’s not much. But I try to keep it looking nice.”
“You did a good job.” She walked forward, offering her hand with a smile. “My name’s Elektra. And yours?”
“Karen.” Karen shook her hand. It wasn’t soft like she expected, but callused from work. Still, she found that she didn’t mind. “Do you want me to take a message for you? I can tell Matt you were here.”
Elektra eyed her closely. “No, no, it’s fine. I may come back here all the same though. I’ve been looking for a good attorney.”
“Really?” Karen asked, resisting the urge to say ‘Well, then you’d better keep looking’. “Why’s that?”
Elektra grinned like she had a secret. “Oh...a girl like me? We get into all sorts of trouble.” She tossed her hair back. “Surely you understand.”
“Who, me?” Karen suddenly found herself stuttering like she was in third grade. “I’m not...I’m nothing like you.” She blushed again. “Not that that would be a bad thing, it’s just...you’re so…”
“So what?” Elektra raised an eyebrow, not looking offended, but expectant.
Karen shrugged, suddenly at a loss for words. “I...I don’t know.” She said pathetically.
“Hm,” Elektra didn’t seem fazed. “Well, I’m sure we’re more alike than you think.” Karen thought she saw her wink, but then was almost sure that she had imagined it. “But I really must be going now. Busy schedule and all that.” She left with a quick wave. “See you.”
“See you.” Karen found herself waving back, a little dumbstruck.
Matt really did get the best girls.