Serena casually strolled into The Milk Bar a couple of minutes late, where Karen was already seated, waiting for her. She looked like she was on the walk of shame- still in last night's clothes and make up. But let's not get it twisted- our girl still works it.
She walked over to Karen and smiled slightly before being taken into a protective embrace.
"Oh, Serena, sweetie, I was so worried about you."
"Hey. Thanks, Karen. I'm okay, though, really."
They both sat down before Karen noticed Serena's odd choice of attire. "You're awfully dressed up for breakfast, Serena…"
"Uhh…" Serena awkwardly looked around before finally admitting exactly what happened.
"Oh Serena! I'm going to kill Lucas for letting you go off alone!"
Serena laughed a little. "Karen, it's fine. It was pretty eye opening anyway. It made me feel better. It made me realise that I could have it a lot worse." Serena shrugged nonchalantly and ordered them some coffee and pastries.
"Serena, does your mom know about this?"
Serena laughed under her breath. "My mom? Yeah, not likely. She probably thinks I'm still out partying with Blair. She's clueless and really doesn't care. She's probably off finding husband number six."
They talked for close to an hour before Karen invited her back to her apartment. It took quite some convincing that Lucas wouldn't be there, but they finally headed back to her humble Brooklyn abode.