Outside of the Kavanagh family, Nysa did not have a large grouping of friends. It wasn’t that she was an antisocial person, or that she was unfriendly to those she met. It had nothing to do with what she felt for others, but instead, how diligently she became absorbed in her work. She had had many friendships fall to the wayside because she failed to remember lunch dates or to return calls. Nysa had not become bitter by the friends that had drifted away from her; if anything, she had grown to cherish those people who understood her enough to have patience with her. Quinn was one such friend. Nysa suspected that the reason she and the doctor had remained (reasonably) close was the the fact that Quinn operated much in the same manner as she did. One of them would usually reach out to the other during a downswing in their work activity and, inevitably, they would finally connect for an actual get together. Some time last week, Nysa had reached out to Quinn for a lunch date, but, true to form, she had completely and totally forgotten that she had any plans set for today.
The project she was working on wasn’t a particularly important or lengthy one. She had started on the book earlier this morning and, once she found her groove, she had become lost in it. As she was working on making the print darker and more legible, she had started to read the work itself. Surprisingly, this tendency to drift away rarely got in the way of her productivity, due in large part to her willingness to stay long after hours -- much to Lauren’s dismay. Nysa only knew that it bothered her girlfriend, because she would have a particular look on her face when she finally made it home. There were rarely words exchanged regarding Lauren’s displeasure, which she had always taken as a good sign in their relationship. These days, Nysa wasn’t quite sure anymore.
She gave a visible start when Quinn spoke and jolted her out of her concentration. Nysa turned in her seat, a laugh spilling out of her in spite of herself. “Quinn! You scared the life out of me.” Gloved hands were clutched to her chest as her heart pounded with the surge of adrenaline. It was only after a few seconds, as her body realized that there was no reason to be in fight or flight mode, that her mind clicked as to why her friend would be in her workshop, of all places. “I guess you can tell I totally forgot our lunch date today.” Nysa didn’t speak more on the transgression, if it could really be called as much between them, or apologize. There was really no point, especially when both women knew that it was likely to happen again. Instead, she organized her desk, and grabbed her things to leave with Quinn. Nysa didn’t open her arms toward the other woman in a hug of greeting once she got close enough to do so, but instead, grazed against Quinn’s arm as she began walking them toward the door. It wasn’t that she was trying to be rude. She had simply learned in her time as the other woman’s friend that Quinn was not the sort of person to indulge in hugs. “I take it they’ve not been overworking you lately?”