Ruby rested her chin on her fist, staring across the table at "Pyrrha" while stirring her coffee idly with one finger. "So… we were… friends?"

The taller redhead flushed, shaking her head. "Not… exactly. We were partners, Ruby."

Ruby paused from her stirring, her confusion only growing. "But Yang told me that Weiss is my partner."

Sighing, Pyrrha reached out a hand, seemingly to grasp Ruby's, then hesitated, allowing the hand to fall back into her lap. "Not that kind of partner, Ruby. You and I were girlfriends. We were… supposed to get married, actually."

Ruby flushed as well, face turning as red as her companion's hair as a silence fell over them, broken by the noise of the coffee shop as they gazed at one another. Laughing nervously, Ruby fiddled with her cloak (Yang had given it to her; she said that she always kept it with her before the accident). "Oh."

"Oh?" It was Pyrrha's turn to rest her chin on her fist, gazing across not at Ruby's eyes now, but her hands, as they danced nervously through red fabric. Ruby gave a minute nod.

"I guess that explains the stuff with my heart… and stuff."

Tilting her head, Pyrrha smiled, somewhat amused by the flustered demeanour Ruby was displaying. It was almost like she was looking at the old Ruby, the one who fidgeted every time they were about to kiss, who could never seem to find her tongue when the Mistralian girl was around… "And stuff?" she repeated again. "What stuff?"

"Well, since I walked into this shop, my heart has been beating really fast and it's kind of hard to talk and I can't stop thinking about how pretty you are and-and I should really stop talking now," Ruby mumbled, hiding her face behind her hands. Pyrrha chuckled, and this time did not stop herself from reaching across to take one of Ruby's hands. Her thumb ran across Ruby's knuckles in an intimate gesture that Ruby was all at once new to and intensely familiar with, her brain telling her this was the first time and her body telling her the millionth.

"Wait," she said suddenly, her gaze rising to meet Pyrrha's emerald eyes once more. "But I thought Weiss and I were dating? Everything in the memories I've gotten back says-"

"You and Weiss tried for a year or two," the taller woman interrupted calmly, thumb pausing in its motions across the back of Ruby's hand. "You were good friends, but… well, I suppose it just didn't work out. You and I… well, we've had our troubles, but things have been okay so far. Until… Until two months ago."

Ruby nodded silently, a dismayed feeling spreading through her chest as a clearly heartbroken look spread across Pyrrha's face before she had the good sense to stop herself. It was the same feeling she'd felt when Yang had hugged her after waking up, only to realise her little sister didn't remember her. The same feeling she'd had when Weiss had introduced herself and gone quiet upon Ruby's affirmation that she really didn't recall meeting her. The same feeling she'd had for countless friends and relatives, all fresh faces to her. It was like she'd been thrust into someone else's life with no prior knowledge of it, and all she could do was attempt to fill a role much too big for her-the role of "Ruby Rose, Huntress Extraordinaire!"

"Why didn't you visit?"

The question hung heavy in the air, and it hurt to speak it, almost as much as it hurt to see Pyrrha flinch and retract her hand. Still, Ruby needed to know.

"I did," said Pyrrha in a low voice, her figure seeming to shake slightly. "Every day, for those first three weeks. I would've slept beside you, in that hospital chair, but they wouldn't let me. And when you woke, they told me 'family members only.' And when they started letting friends in, they told me 'she's not ready yet.' But… I'm sorry. I should have fought harder to be beside you."

"No!" Ruby waved her hands frantically. "Don't be sorry! It's not your fault! Not your fault at all! I just… it doesn't make sense to me."

"Me neither," said the Mistralian woman in a slightly bitter tone. Sighing, she shook her head and smiled a little. "I suppose it doesn't matter now, does it? I'm here, and you're here. Right?"

Ruby nodded. "Right…"

Looking down, she picked up the coffee Pyrrha had bought her for the first time. "Do I drink coffee? Yang would never let me have it in the hospital."

"Sometimes," replied Pyrrha. "Usually you don't need it, but sometimes you drink it just for the taste. Although, you drown it in milk and sugar. I tried to make it like you usually do."

Ruby took a sip, and almost gagged at the amount of sugar in the drink. One thing she didn't think she'd ever understand was her old self's apparent crippling addiction to sugar. However, before she could express her distaste, she heard a slight giggle.

"What?" she asked. Pyrrha giggled again, hand over her mouth.

"Nothing," she said, a mirthful grin on her face. "I just never thought I'd see the day where Ruby Rose would make faces at sugar."

"...it doesn't concern you?" Ruby asked.

"What doesn't?"

"Well, I mean…" Ruby gestured aimlessly, not sure what to say. "The woman you love is sitting right in front of you, and she dislikes something that was apparently a pretty big part of who she used to be."

Pyrrha raised an eyebrow. "Ruby, I'm not going to stop loving you because you don't like sugar anymore. If anything, I'm less worried about you getting diabetes now."

A flood of warmth filled Ruby as Pyrrha stood up, walking around the table to sit in the chair beside Ruby, as opposed to across from her. The woman paused, gauging her reaction, and when Ruby didn't object, she settled in, crossing her legs. "I'm not going to stop loving you because you don't remember me, either," she said quietly. "Whatever you decide to do, and whoever you may end up loving instead, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you."

Ruby's heart, previously just battering her ribcage, now felt like it was soaring, her breath quickening as she leaned in Pyrrha's direction, surprising the woman with a one-armed hug. "I don't think you'll have to worry," she whispered back. "My brain might not remember you, but everything else… everything else tells me that I'm still in love with you, too."

"I'm glad…" breathed Pyrrha, her arm draping around Ruby's shoulders as well. Tilting her head to the side and looking Ruby in the eyes, she asked, "May I?"

Ruby's mouth felt like it might betray her any second now, so she instead settled for a small squeak and a nod, her frame stiffening as Pyrrha's lips met her own. She relaxed shortly after as her hands instinctively looped around Pyrrha's neck, her breath coming out in soft sighs as she lost herself in the sensation of the kiss.

As Pyrrha pulled back, smiling lovingly at her, she asked, "So…? What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I made a really good choice in girlfriends," Ruby mumbled, her face fiery red. "Th-the coffee will get cold…"

"Ah, you're right," Pyrrha said, her arms reluctantly unwinding from Ruby's torso (the smaller woman hadn't even noticed they'd been there, so comfortable was she). She repositioned herself on the other side of the table, looking much happier now than she had when Ruby had entered the shop. She raised the cup of coffee to her lips, trying to play it off elegantly, but Ruby could tell from the longer than average draught she took that Pyrrha more or less wanted to get out of the shop and to somewhere where they could resume kissing as soon as possible.

She's really cute…

Smiling herself, Ruby raised her own cup to her lips once more before gagging again, earning another chuckle from Pyrrha.

"What? I forgot!" the shorter redhead defended herself. Pyrrha simply continued to laugh.

"If you say so…"