Nyssa & Chris Argent
Nyssa was in a foul mood. It didn't matter what she was doing today, she just was on the edge of a cliff. She brought some dish or another to the Food Club because she felt maybe getting out of the house would solve her issues. It didn't. It all started when she ran into Chris Argent with some trophy girl on his arm. She didn't know why it annoyed her so badly, but it did. She had just seen red when she had come across them.
She was hoping today would go better and he wouldn't show up so she could have a day or two to sort out why she saw red. It wasn't like that was something she was prone to. She was in a slinky black dress, short of course, with four inch heels on, her long hair neatly braided back. She had just set her plate of food down on the table when she saw Chris come in. Her face lit up, a little, at the sight. This wasn't all bad.
Until the far too made-up face of that woman crossed the threshold of the door. Nyssa smoothed her dress out and stalked over like a cat on the prowl. And she looked right at Chris, eyes hard, lips pursed before she turned and punched the woman square in the nose.