Misty was in her apartment and contemplating dinner. She'd probably call Colleen up to see if maybe she wanted to go hit up their usual Chinese place. Then there was a knock on the door and Misty paused. God damn, they had to have some sort of weird shared consciousness, because clearly, Misty assumed it was Colleen at the door. She walked over from where she'd been standing in the kitchen, staring at the fridge already filled with leftover Chinese, and then opened the door without thinking twice.
"Baby doll, you have impeccable timin—" she cut herself off and stared at Danny. Standing there with a bouquet of flowers, Chinese food, and slightly bruised. The smile on her face faded immediately to a blank expression and then her jaw tense. She wasn't sure what to say, and he probably wasn't sure what to say either at that point.
Misty was wearing a tank top and her robotic arm was showing in full view. She said nothing, she just stared at him. Yeah, he was going to be the one to start this conversation.