Arcee thought you were different. She could feel herself become way more lenient when she was around you. The violent mech found herself becoming friends with you, and that evolved to best friend status.

The pink colored mech had just touched her paint job, when she found you sitting alone in some plaza.

“Hey.” She abruptly spoke up, startling you from your sitting position. Her optics scanned you for a second before she hummed. “Fancy seeing you here. Thought you’d be at Prowl’s.”