Damian stepped into the Shufflepuck Cafe unsure of what he was going to find there. He had called Alba earlier that morning to ask her to meet him there, but he wasn't sure if she'd actually show up. Normally he wouldn't question it, but he had a feeling she was still mad at him for showing up to help her drunk.

The redhead looked around, but he wasn't able to spot Alba yet. Well, he was early, maybe she wasn't there yet. He got in line and when it was his turn to order he got himself a black coffee and then sat down, cradling the insulated cup. He stared into the dark liquid, sighing. His life was beginning to spiral out of control, unfortunately it took throwing his best friend into a wall to realize it.