You were the expert on metahuman physiology and biological structure at STAR Labs, and now one of the only people Barry could really rely on to not stress him out after he woke up from a six month coma with abs, his last memory being a weird blast and not to mention he had super speed beyond human comprehension. Except now they did have to comprehend it, so Barry was now sitting with you, in Jitters, now having to mull over the intricacies of his powers. What he knew. It was a stressful conversation, but you made it seem less so. Like an everyday checkup. Which was good.

“Uh, what do you want to order?” Barry asked, glancing down to where you were writing down notes. Was that notes about him? His powers? Because yeah, he was a freak of nature cause he literally got struck by lightning and survived. Not many could do that. Barry swallowed, looking you over. He’d known you for a few months, and he liked you already. And besides, he was good at reading people, being former CSI, or is that just a myth? He had no idea.

Barry gave you a small smile, deciding to crack a joke as he scanned you sitting beside him, trying to read your notes. “Cause you seem like a cinnamon latte type’a girl to me.” He chuckled, wondering if you’d find it funny.