Who: Allison and Ariadne What: Someone has a face twin! It's not Allison... When: Wednesday morning Where: Starbucks Status: Matchup, ongoing
For reasons she didn't entirely understand, Allison was having a hard time sleeping. Couldn't be the secrets they were keeping from their sister or the Apocalypse happening back home or how much she missed her daughter. No, no. None of that. Probably just an uncomfortable mattress. She was used to pretty plush, after all.
But if she was going to be forced awake long before call time, she needed caffeine. Desperately. A venti white chocolate mocha with an extra shot and a pump of toffee nut syrup sounded like the only reasonable answer. So she hit up Starbucks, just grateful that this tiny town had one at all.
She had just gotten her drink when she turned around to leave and saw the back of a very familiar head in line. She and Vanya had never been super close and she knew a lot of it was her fault. But she was so desperately trying to bring her siblings closer together. Without Luther there to try and keep control, she had taken it on herself to smooth things over between the four of them.
"Vanya!" she offered, stepping up to the line, ready to buy her sister's drink. "Hi! Oh, god, that's literally as chipper as I can get this time of morning."