There was absolutely no reason for her to be in New York. Not really. the South American didn't seem to be bothering anyone or even here, there was nothing she was learning that wasn't off the internet, there was nothing wrong with any of her family save Limos and his swiss cheese brain. So maybe she was keeping him out of further trouble, but she had no idea who M was, and Kia seemed to be handling the legal stuff just fine. It wasn't like she was that up on recent legal issues - she hadn't worked as legal counselor in decades. It didn't help that she hated New York in the summers - the crowds, the heat, the tourists - things that never bothered her in Vegas annoyed the piss out of her in New York. It also didn't help that she actively wanted to be elsewhere... but she wasn't going. He wasn't winning that easily.
These were the thoughts teeming through her head as she wandered into a coffee shop that was just a bit too posh for her liking. It did, however, havethe benefit of being on the street she happened to be strolling down, however scornfully, and if she remembered correctly they actually knew how to make turkish coffee. She was pulling her phone out of her pocket to check a text message as she pulled open the door, and that was how she missed the fact that someone was walking out, a fact soon hilighted by the fact that she bumped into him. She was voicing automatic apologies when she looked up, insincerities fading away as her smirk grew.
Eros.
And they said New York was a big city - seemed like a small town the way she ran into people all the time.