Skye was returning from buying the essentials from the local store when she spotted a coffee shop that she hadn't seen on her way out, which was strange because it was right outside her building. She decided to go in and grab a drink.
When she entered the coffee shop she immediately felt at home. It was that sort of place that just seemed full of smiling, happy faces. She spotted a few familiar faces around a table by the window so she headed over to join them.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked, once she reached the table where Coulson, May, Hunter and a woman who she could only assume was Bobbi sat.
"Not at all." Said Coulson, happily.
"So, you're Skye?" Bobbi questioned, as Skye pulled up a chair.
"Yeah... Do I know you?"
"No but they've been talking about you."
"Have you now?" Skye asked, trying to hide how surprised she was as she looked at Coulson, May and Hunter.
"Don't look at me!" Hunter said, with a stupid grin on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Coulson asked, with a mischievous smile on his face, "You've been talking about her the most."
"And I've got to say," Bobbi said, in the most serious tone she could muster, "I understand why you keep calling her hot!"
Skye raised her eyebrows at Hunter who shrugged and said, "Hope that won't make things awkward between us, sweetheart."
"Don't call me sweetheart." Skye said. Hunter was saved from having to come up with a snide remark to this as the waitress came over, having spotted Skye had just turned up.
"Can I get you anything?" She asked looking at Skye. She had a Spanish sounding accent and her name tag read Elena.
"A coffee would be nice, please." She said and Elena left the table.
"So what do you all do for a living?" Skye asked turning back to the table.
"She's hot isn't she?" Hunter said, staring at Elena as she left.
"Ugh! Do you just say that about anyone?" Skye asked, slightly outraged.
"Pretty much." Bobbi answered.
"Awwww!" Hunter said, in a tone of mock comfort, "Did you think you were special, sweetheart?"
That was when Elena came back with a coffee in her hand.
"That was quick!" Skye exclaimed as she took the coffee. "You will always be my waitress!"She smiled and said, "Well if you're with them then you will because I'm always theirs. We have a deal." And with that she left Skye who turned to look at the others who smiled.
"Only the best will serve us." May spoke for the first time.
Skye moved on. "What exactly do you do?" Skye asked Hunter.
"I act." He said, very overconfident.
"I see." Skye said, smiling, "You're clearly very busy, you're on set right now!" She finished, sarcastically. Hunter shook his head in disbelief and gave her a cold stare that wasn't helped by the fact that he was trying to contain laughter. "And the rest of you?" She asked, looking away from Hunter's intense stare.
"Well I'm a lawyer," Coulson said, very calmly. Skye was impressed.
"That's amazing!" Skye said, "Far more impressive than a failed actor." She said glancing back at Hunter, who stuck his tongue out at her.
"I'm the head chef at 'year to go'." May said.
"Well I'll be coming to yours for dinner, I'm hopeless at cooking!" Skye said, surprised that such an intimidating woman was the head chef. She wouldn't like to work in that kitchen. "What kind of name is 'year to go' anyway?" Skye asked.
"I didn't name it." May said, calmly. Skye decided that if she wanted a conversation May was not the person to go to.
"I teach languages at Astridge High School." Bobbi smiled.
"Also extremely impressive," Skye was starting to feel like she would be living in the shadow of greatness for a while; all she had was a small job at Fitz-Simmons. "What languages do you speak?"
"Russian, Mandarin, Spanish, French among others." She said casually. Skye raised her eyebrows, she'd never been any good at languages when she was at school.
"I should probably go." she said, standing up and picking up her shopping, "I have milk in here that needs to get in the fridge. Let me know if you need any Coulson! Nice to meet you Bobbi." She smiled as she left the coffee shop for the first time of many.
