Not the greatest place, but not the worst. Decent coffee. Got her through the day. After food could have been better.
Tuesday, her off day for the semester, but Steph still left the house, still did daytime human things, lest she throw her entire rhythm out of whack.
She didn't need to pull a Tim and crash somewhere unfortunate, and knowing her, it would likely be mid grapple.
That would be a mess.Literally.
The cafe was quiet this time of day. Perfect for her purpose.
It would have been a surprise to people to know that Stephanie actually studied. Put work into things. Sitting with one leg folded over the other, face set in concentration, one hand bracing the textbook against the edge of the table, the other moving between her pen where she would absently jot down shorthand, Stephanie only decipherable notes, and her coffee mug, she could have been a stock photo graph. The only thing missing were a pair of glasses.
Raising her cup to her lips, she raised her eyes to the commotion on the other side of the cafe. A dark haired female was being very clearly harassed by two guys that followed her from off campus.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Stephanie realised it wasn't just some brunette, but Jordanna.
Setting down her cup, and on her feet before she knew what she was even doing, she was across the cafe quickly.
“Hey, Jordanna, new friends?”
She asked cheerfully, and the look on her Friend-But-Not-Really-Friends face said it all. They were not.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
“Oh hey, this one's cute too.”
The idiot in red spoke first, as Jordanna brushed past them and to Steph, who held out her hand, which was taken, and latched on to like a lifeline, while Steph turned her well practiced deadpan unimpressed stare on them.
“Oooh, I get it now… you two… makes sense why she didn't want either of us…”
Letting out a slow, drawn out sigh, looked behind her to the staff.
“Hey, would you mind calling the police? Maybe an ambulance too? These morons might need one in a minute…”
They had been frozen in shock until that point, unsure what to do. Upon given direction, a quick nodding, movement started. The moron in green began to speak.
“What exactly do you think you're gonna do, Blondie?”
He grabbed her shoulder, while she was still facing the staff, and Jordanna. Looking at Jordanna, she raised a brow slightly, and tilted her head.
“Did he just?”
“... I think he did…”
She responded, looking at the hand on Steph's shoulder. Nodding slowly, she grabbed the pinky finger, and snapped it backwards.
There was a pause. Jordanna gasped. Green shirt screamed. Red shirt screamed. Steph shoved Jordanna backwards about five feet to safety in anticipation for what came next.
Red shirt lunged at her. She considered leapfrogging, but she didn't want to be too Batgirl right now, so she instead sidestepped, grabbed the back of his shirt, and spun him head first into the edge of the table.
He crumpled. Green shirt still held at his hand whimpering. Steph pointed at the ground.
“Sit. And stay there until the police show up.”
And so he did.
Steph actually hung around too, instead of doing her programmed thing of disappearing, and gave a statement to the police, and she made sure Jordanna was ok. She was. You know. For Jordanna.
Letting out a sigh she went back to her seat, her long cold coffee and her lost place in her book, picking it up, trying to find where she left off from.
“'Thank you Stephanie.' Oh, no worries Jordanna. It's no big deal…”
She grumbled into the cup, taking a sip of the cold coffee with a sigh.
All in a day's work.