They end up leaving the bookstore with two bags of books, at least one of them for the birthday girl. It's almost dinner time when they pull up to the final stop, and eatery, 'Coby Club'. The lounge is already bustling, but it's only a short wait before they are seated. The hostess leads them to a table away from the stage, much to Yelena's relief. She let's Kate choose her preferred seat and helps her settle in before seating herself.

"Man, I don't even remember telling you how much I like this place," Kate says, "unless you did a serious deep dive before we met."

"I am exceptionally good at my job," Yelena replies, "So what's good here?" she asks. Kate just smiles at her as she scans the menu. "Kate, the food is in the menu, not on my face."

"I know I've said it a lot today, but thank you."

"Stop thanking me," Yelena insists.

"The breakfast, the arcade, the exhibit, and now this. It's like you reached into my past and picked out the perfect parts and hit a redo button," Kate says. "But now I'm gonna need you to trust me and let me do the ordering."

"What, why?" Yelena asks.

"Because my mom always let me," Kate says, "I promise you'll like everything I order."

Yelena stares at the menu, then back at her pleading friend, "Fine... it's not like it matters anyway. Probably going to need a burger after these tiny portions."

"It's a tapas bar," Kate says.

"Tapas must mean expensive and unsatisfying," Yelena says.

The waitress places the food in front of them and Kate starts to squirm in her chair. A behavior that Yelena has become accustom to by now, having witnessed it previously when she's cooked for the archer. The hungry blonde goes straight for the meatier portions of food, but is quickly redirected with a slap to the hand. "Ow! What now, do we have to wait for a special signal to eat?" Yelena asks.

"No, I just wanted you to try this first," Kate says, holding up a plate of croquette's.

"I don't want that it's too bready," Yelena says. She reaches for the veal plate, but Kate slaps her hand again.

"Just try it," Kate insists, "you have to eat it before that, or it messes with the flavor."

"I'm not goin-" Kate shoves a croquette in the hesitant blonde's mouth and her eyes widen as she bites into the deep-fried dumpling. She quickly devours the rest of the plate, leaving a lone breaded ball for the birthday girl. "What, you told me to try it," she tells the ornery archer.

As they continue on with their dinner, the lights in the restaurant begin to dim. A single spot light illuminates the stage and a solo performer steps in front of the microphone. Her alluring smile is the first thing that captivates the audience, along with her cocoa skin that glistens under the glow of the light. She dons a mid-night blue gown encased around her curvy figure, that cascades down her long legs. The music starts and a light airy voice pours from the singers lips.

After a few minutes of the woman's dulcet tone. Yelena stands to her feet and yanks Kate from her chair. "What are you doing?" Kate asks. The smooth assassin answers by pulling Kate into her arms and swaying to the music. "This is not a dance floor and people are staring at us," Kate tells her.

"Who cares," Yelena responds, nonchalantly, "besides people are always staring at you. You're beautiful Kate Bishop."

The archer blushes at her friend's uncommon comment and continues along with the scene stealing dance. Soon enough, a few other customers join in, swaying around in their little area of the restaurant. Kate begins to writhe in Yelena's arms as the blonde's hand inches toward the small of her back. Luckily, the song ends, as does their growingly awkward frolic.

"So, can I ask you a question?" Kate starts, "why did you act as though you've never played pinball before?"

The grin on Yelena's face makes it clear she'd been caught in a deception. "I don't know," she answers.

"See, I think you do," Kate says.

"Why must you know my every intention, why can't it be what it is?" Yelena asks.

"Because that's how you get to know people," Kate answers.

Yelena's attention begins to wonder around the room, "You know enough," she says.

Kate reaches over the table and takes her friends fidgety hand. "Maybe I want to know everything," she says, "call it a birthday gift."

The dodgy blonde stares down at her empty plate and says, "Everything, is a lot to ask for," She looks up from the table and gazes into Kate's eyes, "I enjoy things more when you're with me, when you're near me," she says.

Their gazes are set on one another as the archer draws close to her target. Then a phone begins to ring, shattering the intimate atmosphere. Kate dips back into her seat as Yelena takes the call. It's a brief call, but it shifts the mood at the table. "I have to go," they say, simultaneously.

"No," Kate says, snatching the phone from Yelena's hand.

"Kate, this is not the time. This is what I do, you know that."

"Yeah, but I also know you hate it," Kate says.

"Give me the phone Kate." The agitated blonde tries to grab her device, but Kate refuses to give it to her.

"I hate that you hurt people," Kate says.

Yelena puts her hand out and Kate surrenders the phone. "You knew this before you moved in with me Kate. I did not hide anything. Besides, I only kill those who deserve it."

"Oh really, what's the criteria to deserve death?" Kate asks.

"Everyone I have killed has killed someone else for money, greed, power, or even less. These are not good people, I assure you," Yelena says.

"By that logic, you deserve the same," the archer argues.

"Yes, I do," Yelena replies, plainly. The table falls into a cone of silence for the two of them.

"No, no you don't, I don't accept that," Kate tells her.

"Why should it be different for me?" the indignant assassin asks, "I suppose because you love me?"

"Yes, and that's all the reason I need," Kate answers, defiantly.

"You have as much say in that regard as Barton did," Yelena says, standing up from the table.

"I won't watch you die," Kate says, looking up at her disengaged friend.

"If you stick around too long you may not have a choice," Yelena replies. She throws some cash down on the table, kisses Kate on the cheek, " I do love you Kate. But I will never be with you." The assassin strolls out of the restaurant, leaving Kate alone once more.