Kit (Wide eyed): Tell me I’ve lost my mind or I’m seeing things…

Papi (shaking her head): Me too…

Dylan Moorland stood by the entrance door waiting for a table. She was alone and carried a briefcase and a laptop with her. She was a little more muscular than the last time she had set foot in here. Her hair was longer and her skin tanner and she was still on everyone’s shit list. Whether she knew it or not.

Kit (walking over to her; she could be professional but after what Dylan had done to Helena she had some nerve): I’ve got her (motioning and smiling at one of her waitresses Connie.)

Connie (nodding): Sure thing Kit.  

Papi (smirking; figuring a little rough housing first thing in the morning would be a great way to start her day): Play time…

Kit (putting her hand out; restraining her): Shh. Let me handle this. You just stand and be ready.

Papi (wringing her hands): Come on baby I won’t hurt her (mischievously) much..

Kit (shaking her head): For me…

Papi (grumbling): All right. Take all my fun and playmates away (blushing as Kit kissed her.)  

Kit (her voice cold): Good morning, Dylan…

Dylan (standing): Hi Kit! Just wanted to get a good cup of coffee before my…

Kit (leaning on the table): Save the bullshit. A lot has changed since you burned mine. Your lucky you’re still breathing and that the girls are at work. Because you would have never made it through the door in one piece.  

Dylan (not backing down): Kit, please I just came to get a cup of coffee and get some work done. I’m between studios right now and just waiting for one of them to pick me up. Actually I’m supposed to have an interview later on…

Kit (taking a deep breath): Extra sugar right (Dylan nodded) you’ll get your coffee and a last warning. (Leaning down and making sure her lips were close to Dylan’s ear) you even think about Helena, you’ll be dead. You stay away from her. I will be informing the girls about your stench in the area got me, bitch…