Barry sat up and slid off the bed as quietly as he could. He winced when his step on the floorboard near the door caused it to creaked almost loud enough to wake Wally. After checking that his roommate was still asleep, he crept passed the door and onwards to the bathroom. Before he could turn the knob, it turned, and the door was pulled open from the inside. Barry was suddenly face to face with Iris.

"Oh, hi, sorry I didn't know anyone was in there," Barry said nervously once his mind was flooded with memories of last night. Iris chuckled to herself.

"Hey, Barry, I'm done, so it's all yours," she stepped out of the door frame so that he could walk in.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he peeked in his room to see that Wally was still fast asleep. From downstairs, he heard rattling, so he chose to go down instead of back in their room.

"God damnit," Iris cried as she dropped a mug. Barry quickly spotted the broom and dustpan and went over to help her clean up the mess.

"Be careful. You're not wearing any shoes," Barry gently pulled her back, so he could take care of the shattered pieces on the floor.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he called back, and once he was finished sweeping up the glass, he set the broom and dustpan back and stood facing Iris who was leaning her back against the kitchen counter.

"I was gonna take a cup of coffee up for Linda. There's more if you want some," Iris offered and got up to pour herself and Barry a cup.

"That'd be great, thanks," he said as he grabbed the mug she was handing him. They both sat down at the small breakfast table in silence for a couple minutes.

"So," Barry started but didn't continue.

"So," Iris repeated laughing. Despite the awkward air around the two, it wasn't uncomfortable for either of them.

"If you want to blame last night on the alcohol, you could, and I would completely get it," Barry gave her an out.

"I could, but I don't really want to," she looked up into his eyes, and they stayed that way for a few seconds before a smile tugged at Barry's lips. Before he could say anything, however, they were interrupted by heavy steps. They looked over to see Wally trudge over to them.

"I feel like I got run over by a military tank," he said while placing his head in his hands once he reached the table. Suddenly realizing the situation, Barry swiftly pulled back away from Iris and stood up.

"You know what you need? Coffee," Barry rushed out while grabbing an empty mug and the coffee pot.

"Thanks. Iris, why are you awake? You do know it's still morning, right?"

"This joke is getting a little old. I can wake up early if I want," Iris stuck her tongue out at Wally.

"And you wanted to wake up early why?" He looked up quizzically, and Barry was suddenly intrigued as well. The two boys looked up at her expecting an answer.

"I just felt like getting up early. Gosh do I have to explain everything I do around here? I'm going to go check on Linda," Iris wrapped her robe tightly around her body and strode up the stairs.

"Do you guys always fight like this?" Barry looked back at Wally with an amused expression.

"It's a sibling thing," he shrugged.

"Ah, I was always an only child, so I never really had that annoying younger sibling thing," Barry chuckled.

"Trust me, you're not missing out," Wally said with a mouthful of the cereal he had palmed out of the box. "She's great though."

"Yeah, she is," Barry smiled to himself.

"And no matter how annoying she can be, I'm still pretty protective over her," Wally opted to take out a bowl for the rest of his cereal. Barry's smile slowly dropped as his thoughts turned to the previous night and what had happened between he and Iris.

"I'm gonna head upstairs," Barry put his mug in the sink and began walking away.

"You haven't eaten breakfast yet," Wally scrunched his face in confusion.

"I'll get something later. I gotta go do something," Barry drawled out nervously, and he fumbled his way up the stairs. Once safe and in his room, Barry took a deep breath. It was one kiss. A kiss that had been playing in his mind for the better part of the last eight hours, but only one kiss.

"Hey," Iris said shyly.

"Iris, hi," he whispered back. She stepped closer until she was standing in front of him. "Where's Linda."

"She's still knocked out. Why are we whispering," she answered back with a hushed tone.

"Oh, you know, just in case anyone's around," he nervously and slowly answered. She took a step closer.

"Barry Allen, you're very cute. You know that?" He dipped his head in slight embarrassment.

"You're not so bad yourself," he took a step closer, and suddenly they were in the same close proximity as they had been the previous night. Barry lowered his head to meet her lips halfway, and they shared a short, chaste kiss.

"It definitely was not the alcohol. You are just as great of kisser when I'm completely sober," Iris bit her lip and smiled up at him. Barry chuckled and leaned down to gently press his lips against hers once more. After a minute, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Let me take you out. You know, without Linda and Wally. We could get a coffee, or it doesn't have to be coffee. It can be any kind of beverage like wine or beer, but we already did that, and I don't want you to think I'm trying to get you drunk. We could get iced tea. Do you like iced tea? Would you want to get an iced tea with me?" Barry nervously rambled. Iris laughed and placed a hand on his.

"Yes, I would love to get an iced tea with you," she smiled at him which calmed his flustering a bit. "You should try talking just a little bit slower," she giggled.

"Okay," he gave her a lopsided grin back, "Is this why you wanted to wake up early?"

Iris's smile disappeared as she frowned in confusion before she suddenly remembered her earlier conversation with her brother in the kitchen, "Maybe."