Liara had been halfway through a foamy sip of much needed caffeine when she looked at her receipt. Scribbled in loose handwriting was an omni number, a smiley face, and a small heart dotting the "i" in the other girl's name. Coughing enough to have actually drawn the concerned gaze of a few passersby Liara tried to understand what was going on. Neitha. What was her barista playing at? Liara tried to think if she had offended her recently or forgotten to tip but pulled blanks for a while. This was obviously a setup, or a joke, or a prank? Her mind whirred and Liara quickly forgot about going to her introductory philosophy course. Have a laugh on the pureblood or was this supposed to be something else? Liara flipped it over a few times to see any other writing. She examined her cup and only managed to blush violet as she found another heart dotting the "i" in her own name. What if this was real? What if Neitha really was interested in—her mother's pained gaze and stiff demeanor filled her head. Yes Little Wing, your father was Asari. Liara felt herself crumple first, even in their silence with one another Liara would never allow herself to shame her mother further. It took more willpower than it should have to crumple that note.