"Are you alright?" Barry asked, panic obvious in his tone.
"Yeah, I'm good, Flash."
Barry sighed, his shoulders visibly loosening. "Not our usual meeting time. Do you need something?"
"I just kind of wanted to see you."
Barry nodded.
After getting a chance to observe him more carefully, Iris couldn't help but notice the large gash in his sleeve, and the slight limp he had when he walked.
"What happened to you?"
"I'm good." His wince didn't go unnoticed by Iris, however.
"Joanna should be done cleaning up by now, meaning Jitters is empty. Let me get you cleaned up."
"Really, I'm fine."
Iris crossed her arms, unconvinced. "Okay, Mr. Toughy, at least humor me."
Barry sighed, and then sped her off the roof and into Jitters.
"Apparently your friend forgot to lock the doors." Barry softly chuckled, setting her down near one of the tables and then stepping back into a darker corner so he didn't have to blur his face.
Iris walked behind the counter. She grabbed a rag from one of the cabinets, wet it, and then walked back over to Barry.
"Alright, B. Get over here."
"B? Really?"
"It's the closest I got for a name for you, you know, until I get a real one."
"Man, I thought Streak was bad." B walked over to her by the table, blurring his face.
Iris finished closing the gap between them, and then pressed the warm rag to his arm. Barry clenched his jaw. It stung a lot more than he thought it would.
"So, you have a team, huh?" Iris asked, trying to break some of the ice that developed from their close proximity with each other.
"What?"
"Someone talks to you."
"Oh. Yeah."
"I'm assuming you aren't going to tell me their names either?"
"Nope.
A few awkward moments passed before Iris broke the silence again.
"What's your team name?"
"Team Flash."
"Egocentric, but I like it." Iris finally got all the dirt and blood out of the gash and was able to further look at it. "Dang, this thing's deep."
"I heal quick."
"I'm going to assume you mean that literally."
"Mmhm."
"Well, I'm done." Iris sat the now red rag on the table and looked up at him, a small attempt at finding his eyes.
"You know I have a team that could have done that for me, right?" He teased.
Iris traced the lightning bolt on his chest. "But then I wouldn't get to spend more quality time with you."
Her fingers made their way up to his shoulders, and then ran down his arms.
"Iris?"
"This doesn't feel like leather." She joked.
"It's not." Barry stuttered, obviously distracted by Iris' hands that were now gliding down his chest.
"Oh?"
"It's a reinforced tripolymer."
Iris suddenly froze when she realized that she was practically all over him.
Impulse control, girl.
She took a step back and blushed. "I-I am so sorry."
Barry stopped blurring his features, he figured it was too dark now to reveal anything, and gave her a crooked smile.
"It's quite alright."
"You're not vibrating your face." Iris said stunned.
"I figured it was too dark for you to make out anything."
"You make it sound as though I would look at your eyes, go online and find every picture of every guy out there, and manage to figure out your name."
"Trust me, it isn't like that."
Iris furrowed her eyebrows.
"Then what is it like?"
Barry lowered his head, completely ignoring her question.
Iris took a step forward, placing a hand on his shadowed cheek.
"See you tomorrow, Flashie."