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As the bike pulled into a parking space, a booted foot hit the pavement, the rider reaching up to pull the helmet from their head and revealing short, blonde hair, piercings, and... A wide, familiar grin. Tousling her hair with a hand, Kess was clearly in a good mood, expression brightening as her dark eyes met honey brown through the glass window front. A glance around as she killed the motor and she noticed the only other person in the immediate vicinity.

If it was possible, her wolfish grin grew, her tone friendly as she greeted him, "Zac!" She was impressed with herself for using his civilian name. Apparently, he wasn't going to be able to escape her attention. Dropping her kickstand, she leaned across the small gab between their respective "bikes," and extended a gloved hand in a combination shake/fist pound that probably left the blue-haired fellow slightly disconcerted.

"Nice ride, bro." Kess was, to say the least, less reserved when out of uniform.

As poor Zac Bantock stared at one of his officers in disguise, there was still one player on the stage who was blissfully unaware of the fact that she was surrounded by frenemies. You know, friendly enemies? Zink never would have hurt a hair on her head whether it were her civilian self or her powered self. Kess had all kinds of interests in her civilian self and had never met Lina Knight. Thankfully.

So when the bell attached to the front door chimed and Daphne came all but dancing out of the door with her bag in hand, it was just a little amusing to watch. What was surprising was the fact that she was not wearing grey, navy, or lavender as her primary color. Oh no, she was wearing yellow, and not just any yellow. It was a buttercup color that looked very much like sunshine had decided that today it was going to be a full-skirted affair with a delightful cardigan to keep her warm.

Zac had made her promise to live, Kess had made good on it.

"Thank God you're here. I was going to stuff that last brat head-first into the display case and leave him there screaming. His mother just let him run wild like she didn't even know she had a child. Hey Kess~!" Moving as far away from her job as possible, Daphne reached out to enclose the blonde in a friendly hug, before turning back. "Really, you're my hero, thanks so much."

Zac blinked rapidly, processing the scene before him. Kess, Howlite, and Daphne… flirting, oh… my…god. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it again, blinked once more and then finally managed to squeeze out a few words from the shocked mess that was his brain. Not ‘Business’, pleasure as it were. “Ah, Oh… ah, hm!” He stammered collecting himself. “Well that’s hardly a fate worse than death.” He said forcing a sort of shocky smile onto his face.

“Have you, known each other long?” He said glancing between them wide eyed. Yes, yes he should be in opening the other register, but he couldn’t quite seem to get his feet to move yet, though he very much was willing them to bear him away from the awkward moment of realizing that two people you knew, in turn knew each other. Tack onto that that what his imagination was trying to do with little comments like ‘Damn Girl’.

Perhaps it was because of also knowing Zac as Zink, her superior officer, that the blonde was able to contain her laughter, instead settling for a crooked sort of grin, as Daphne explained the non-specifics of their friendship.

"Zac 'n I go to the same gym," she supplied helpfully, following with, "He doesn't drive the scooter there." Which was, to be sure, a disappointment. Kess rather liked the beat up thing.

"It's true," Kess agreed, trying and failing to look forlorn. "I'm a total tool." She shook her head, once, patting the round headlight. "I try to keep these two apart, but it just pushes them together."

She shrugged, obviously not too upset about the clandestine relationship between bike and girl.

Daphne almost opened her mouth to say that she had a large bet she could take them both before catching herself and simply shifting in another direction. Granted even in her civilian form Daph had always been a bit of a runner but Kess looked in shape and somehow she just thought Zac might actually hurt himself.

She had met him shoved in a closet, after all.

Instead she chose a comment that would probably make Kess choke with laughter while Zac choked on his tongue. The bluenette raised a slim eyebrow at him, folded her arms, and spoke with incredibly precise enunciation so no one could misunderstand her. "Sticks and stones are well and good, but curves and tits excite me." Her grin, when it came, was about as innocent and s**t-eating as it could possibly get.

"Maybe I should join you guys one day. I'm a bit out of shape." For an ageless magical warrior, maybe.

“RIGHT, so I’m going to make sure you didn’t leave the double boiler on.” Zac said suddenly looking like he wanted to choke on nothing more than air as the conversation took a nosedive into flirtations. Especially after the sticks and stones comments, he’d looked apt to swallow his own tongue when that particular sentiment had been expressed.

He backed towards the shop door and fumbled to grab the wide metal handle. “Nice um, seeing you both, have a good lunch, try not to get into TOO much trouble and uh, please return Daphne in one piece she’s the only decent employee in this place.” He stammered as he yanked the door open.

Yes it had been his fault with the ‘under the hood’ comment, and yes he should have known that Kess would continue that train of thought, but somehow he still couldn’t come to rationalize that Daphne would behave the same if not more so.

"'Bye, Zac!" Kess sent him off with a salute from two gloved fingers, wonder what, exactly, he'd have to say when she showed up in his office for their weekly meeting. If the dark color of his cheeks meant anything, he wouldn't say much at all. Poor fellow. It was almost nice, in a way, to see him so flustered, as he hid himself behind his mask all too well.

"I'll manage," The blonde drawled, reaching back to pat the seat behind herself as Zac disappeared inside of the store, probably doing his best not to blatantly stare at them through the window.

'Daphne's' helmet was waiting for her on the back of the bike, and Kess lightly knocked on it once it was secured to the girl's head, offering her a lopsided grin. "Yellow's my favorite color." Slipping on her own helmet, she backed the bike out of the space and headed for Downtown DC.