Who: Lisbeth Salander and Diana Prince. What: Random encounter. Match-up. Where: The Diner. When: Sunday, March 3. Morning. Warnings: Likely mediumish? Status: Closed | Match-up.
Lisbeth had insisted on going out to pick up breakfast. She wanted to get out of the apartment (just for a little bit) and she knew Bruce would still be there when she returned. Bruce was one of the few men she trusted -- the only one she trusted in Madison Valley at the moment. She'd had plenty of bad experiences with men in her life, and to acknowledge that she trusted Bruce, well... it was a big step.
As was leaving him alone in her apartment while she went and grabbed food. She knew he wouldn't snoop. Or break anything.
The only bad thing? She'd forgotten to ask if he had any preferences for breakfast before she left. She shot him a few texts, and muttered softly, "Answer your damn phone, Bruce," under her breath. Because that helped things immensely, right.
She knew that wasn't how technology worked.
"Fine, Bruce, you're getting the worst thing on the menu," she told her phone.