"So, till when do you plan to sleep on that couch?" Zattana asked Shayera who was up and watching TV as usual, feet resting on the coffee table.

"Good morning to you too," Shayera replied in a deadpan tone, "Was kinda hoping you'd get used to me by now, and never notice that I'm freeloading and stuff."

"Tell me something I don't know." She snatched the remote from Shayera to get her attention.

"Hey." Shayera pouted, "So rude."

"You know I don't mind you crashing here," Zattana sat across her on the table, "I'm just wondering what you plan to do with your life, aside from watching TV all the time."

"I go to the bathroom sometimes," Shayera made a face.

Zattana ignored it, "Maybe you should visit Diana, see how she's doing."

"Why would I do that?"

"You look like you miss her."

"I do not."

"Well, you miss someone.. from the looks of it.." Zattana hit a nerve. Staring off into space, Shayera pondered what that statement really meant.

Shayera and Diana has come a long way. They didn't start off as friends. But the kind of Diana that she remembers now is sweet and thoughtful. The kind who brought Shayera coffee during her night duties at the bridge..

"Hey. Thought you might need this," Diana handed her a cup of coffee. The delicious scent enveloped the entire room. "And this," she put a blanket on Shayera's shoulders.

"Thanks. I owe you one, make that two."

"I remember how you easily get cold." Diana smiled, her piercing blue eyes staring back, trying to put her under a spell, and winning. You never really know if she's looking at you or someone else, and the more you don't know, the more you want to look into those baby blues and find out.

Diana's eyes appear to have an abyss inside them, the kind you'll be willing to get lost in, exploring and discovering the mysteries that might be hiding inside. Yet they are not unexpressive, far from it. They convey so much warmth, and emotions like yearning and longing, or perhaps Shayera was just imagining it. In this lighting, the color seems to pop out against her jet black hair. Does she even know how exquisite they are, Shayera thought.

"Don't you get sleepy?" Shayera yawned the question to Diana.

"I do. But my body can withstand days of no sleep."

"Makes sense. I mean you're practically indestructible. Must be nice."

"Not really." Diana paused, "There are things that can destroy me."

"Like what?"

"A broken heart."

"You'd think someone would be too afraid to break your heart, Diana."

"You'd be surprised how often it happens."

Shayera shifted in her seat. This scenario has become a common thing for both of them. They're locked in a dance wherein Diana takes one step forward..

"Did you hear about he party?" Diana asked her.

"The one at Dr. Fate's mansion? Zattana and Canary won't shut up about it."

"That's the one."

"I wish we can just have it here, but Huntress won't be able to go, 'cause she's not league anymore."

"Ice, she asked me to go with her." Diana turns away, " And I said yes."

"Cool. Ice is a cool girl, no pun intended." Shayera replied nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'm going with Hawk or Dove. Forgot which. I really can't tell them apart, you know."

And then, Diana takes three steps back..

"So I guess I'll see you there," Shayera finally said.

"And I'll see you," with someone else, Diana thought.

Diana was hoping she'd get a reaction from Shayera, jealousy perhaps, or some faint interest at least, but to no avail. Her cold and flat tone suggested indifference and disinterest.