Eliot and Natasha hang out and maybe get to know each other a little better.
Sunday seemed like a good day for brunch. That's what Natasha had said when she suggested today for a boozy brunch. She'd been looking forward to it the last couple of days, even though she didn't know Eliot that well yet. He seemed fun and there was something about him Natasha had connected to on Valentines. Maybe fucked up just recognized fucked up in some way, but she didn't know Eliot well enough to recognize that on a conscious level.
It hadn't escaped her that Yelena hadn't been at the St Patrick's Day party or that something had been off about her lately. There's been something, ever since Natasha had come to this version of San Francisco, but it seemed like it was worse recently. Natasha was still working out a way to get through to her sister. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be easy.
Pushing her worries about Yelena to the side, Natasha made her way out of the apartment the sisters shared with Alex and found her way to Eliot and Quentin's apartment, where the promise of a green cocktail awaited.