The dim overhead lights of the restaurants bathed the space in a comforting glow. The place wasn’t crowded, but there were a fair amount of people sat down around the restaurant as waiters and waitresses carried trays of food and dirty dishes around. You walked in and heard the clacking of heals behind you as Psylocke, or Betsy, followed in tow.

As the waitress led you to your table, you looked over at Betsy. She had on a long purple dress that flowed down to her feet, where she wore a pair of high heels. You sat down at your table, a booth next to a window. The waitress took both of your orders for drinks before walking off to the kitchen. As she walked away, you and Betsy looked towards each other at the same time, locking eyes.

Her black hair flowed down passed her shoulders, and a golden loop earring hung from each of her ears. She had purple lipstick on and wore a neutral expression as she looked at you, resting her cheek on her hand. Over her left eye was a purple mark.

You and Betsy had a bit of a history together. You’d been pretty close a while back, but had slowly drifted apart. About a week ago, you two had run into each other at a cafe near your house. It was a pretty big coincidence. And maybe she was looking for you a little bit. Not that she’d admit it.

Betsy sat up, leaning forward and blinking a few times as she looked at you. “So….how have been?” She asked, tilting her head