Two guys in suits, one with long hair and one with smoked glasses, were next in line. "Can I help you?" Eva asked, having been on autopilot for the last two hours.
"What have you got?" the one in glasses asked, and she pointed at the menu board above her head.
The other one chuckled. "Yeah, uh, that's not gonna help him unless you want to wait for me to read out the entire thing."
She noticed the cane in the first speaker's hand, put two and two together with the glasses, and mentally kicked herself. "Shit, I'm sorry. Just… tell me something and I'll see if I can make it."
"Do you do tea?" the bespectacled one asked, and she grinned.
"I feel like I've been waiting my entire life for someone to ask me that," she said with relief, and he laughed.
"Happy to be of service," he smiled, and his friend looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily.
As she turned round to brew the tea, she listened idly to their conversation. "Matt, I swear to G- I swear that you have a sixth sense when it comes to pretty women. You're not even trying any more, dude."
"I was just being nice," Matt replied, and the other laughed disbelievingly.
"I hope you realize this place is so expensive, neither of us will be able to eat for the next week. At least the cafes in Hell's Kitchen are cheap."
"Their only redeeming quality," Matt responded.
"You guys're from Hell's Kitchen?" Eva asked, pouring hot water into the teapot and laying a tray with two cups. "I used to live round there. Hear they've got their very own vigilante now."
The two men exchanged smiled in unison. "We've seen him around," said Matt.
"Yeah," added the other, "everyone thinks he's a really good guy, but in my experience he's kind of a dick."
"As are most costumes," said Eva, "here's your tea. Ten dollars, please."
"You can pay," said the long-haired one quickly, "it was your idea to come here."
"Then you can take the tray."
"Oh, like I wasn't going to anyway?" he asked, as Matt handed over a bill and two-dollar tip.
"Cheers." She unfolded the bill and found a business card tucked within it. Nelson and Murdock: Attorneys at Law, it read, along with a phone number and address. She raised an eyebrow. "You really that desperate?" she asked.
"We're kind of new to this," one told her, picking up the tray.
"Have a nice day, ma'am."
"You too, gentlemen."
A/N so the thing that finally spurred me into beginning to watch Daredevil was that it's mentioned in a recent Harley Quinn comic. Which was awesome.