Bonnie glowered down at the crumpled paper in her hands, reading the black script for the thousandth time since one of the Valks had delivered it this morning. What was this "we need to talk" shit about, anyways? The letter was signed just "E" with a heart, but she hadn't had to think about it very long to figure it out - after all, she'd just broken an unusually long stretch of celibacy for one night of mad passion with a dude named Eros. Drunk or not, that wasn't something one just up and forgot. I mean, dude's name (or nickname, Bonnie still wasn't sure about that) had mad romance god vibes - who wouldn't want to put them to the test? She shook her head and closed her fist over the paper, shoving it back into her pocket and slumping in her chair. Eros had picked a small table in a pretty cute cafe, the kind people took their girlfriends to when they were in the doghouse. She crossed her arms over her chest in irritation, glaring at the few pitying looks cast her way. Who invited their one-night stand to a place like this - and worse yet, who was late to such a meeting at such a place?

"Your coffee, ma'am," said the waitress. Deciding this wasn't the sort of place you could get away with her usual retort ("I ain't fuckin' old, don't call me ma'am!") she just mumbled her thanks and starting counting out the payment for the drink. She had no intention of sticking around; she was giving Eros til she finished her coffee, then she was out of there. "We need to talk" be damned.

She'd just taken a sip when he appeared, cutting a handsome figure as he walked her way. Bonnie gently put down her mug, eyeing him with renewed interest. Damn did drunk her have good taste. Her annoyance faded, but then that was nothing unusual - Bon was a firecracker, quick to explode but quick to cool. She caught her runaway thoughts before they could get more R-rated, flicking a brow at him and tossing her long, light brown braid over her shoulder.

"Sup," she said, unceremoniously once he'd settled into the seat across from her. She wanted to pry then and there, find out why he'd called her out, but she figured she'd let him handle that part. After all, a little mystery never hurt.