It had been a few days since Neena had even seen Yondu at her bar, and she was starting to get worried. It wasn't like him to avoid drinking, even if he was avoiding asking her out, which she was trying not to keep her hopes up about.
Honestly, no one had asked her out on a legitimate date in at least ten years. She'd been nervous about the concept and pleasantly surprised, but when Yondu's call or text never came, she'd wondered if that wasn't just for the best.
Then there he was, popping up on her phone. It was that slow part of a Sunday where no one was interested in rushing into a bar, and she had all the time in the world to talk. But she stared at it ringing for at least fifteen seconds before she remembered how to breathe and picked it up.
"Yeah, I've got an APB out for a blue guy with mohawk who owes me some attention, have you seen that guy?"