"Iris, what's wrong!" With in a second or two of Iris'es waiting, the text had been sent and the Flash was standing a few feet away from her servaying the coffee shop for danger.
"My boyfriend is ignoring me." She said in a pouty tone and limp arms. Though Iris wasn't sure why she was being so silly. This would be the second time she use the Flashes emergency contact for an excuse get the speedster to come and hang out. But why? She had a boyfriend, a few boys that were friends, girls that were friends, and a father to talk to, but for the past few weeks she usually found herself longing to see a complete stranger in a red skin tight suit. Not only that but her stresses over Reggie were no joke. Well at least not to her.
The Flashes arms drooped down in simultaneous relief and annoyance. "Iris..." Even through the dark she could see him looking at her like she was an annoying little sister bothering him while friends were over. "I thought we talked about this last time." Surprisingly, his voice wasn't as angery as Iris inishely expected.
"I know but, I've been around people all day but I still feel lonely. I'm almost done cleaning up this place," she said jesturing towards the few unscrubbed tables full of coffee stains, crumbled up napkins, and empty plates. "And I have a serious issue."
The thing was is that Iris had only known the Flash for a few weeks, but their friendship cought on fast. Almost as fast as him. She was walking out of jitters one day when a alley guy started to follow and talk to her. Before the man could even land his grubby hand on her lower back it was cought by the wrist and the Flash said the most cheesy line that even star track next generation would cring. Iris jumped back ten full feet from shock. "Now do I need to hang on to your wrist more or are you gonna leave her alone?" His tone was more tired and impatient than threatening, but the guy seemed to get the jist simply nodding his head viciously. The Flash let him go saying "Boo," before the guy went scrambling away from Iris'es new saver. She stood there standing under the bright lamp post that shoved off the darkness prossessing what had just happened. The Flash casually strolled up to Iris and asked if she dealt with that a lot. "Kinda but I definitely don't deal with it like you do." She responded in a bewildered tone after she found her tounge. They chatted there, in the dark street under the bright lamp. "You know, I get late shift tomorrow. If you show up after hours, I'll give free... whatever you want." He only looked down at her skeptically. "Hmm... anything?" "Anything, you deserve it." Then he smiled. Which was strange because something so simple knocked her of her feet. It was shy, yet mischievous. "Okay," was all he said, and then he was gone in a flash.
Now he had walked closer to Iris while she was lost in thought. "Okay, tell me what's wrong." So Iris smiled and took a deep breath ready to start.