Cassandra Cain was the perfect weapon. She knew how to end everyone she saw. She could basically read a person's thoughts from their body language.

She was not, by default, an emotional person. She wasn't good at expressing them with anyone, much less someone she didn't know well. But something about you drew her in.

Maybe it was your warmth. Your smile. Whatever it was, Stephanie insisted that Cassandra had developed a crush. Whatever that meant.

All she knew was that she enjoyed watching you. She loved when you spoke to her, and she loved when you smiled at her.

So, she was sitting here, staring at you across a coffee shop and sighing, like some lovesick puppy in one of those movies Steph made her watch.