Lucy sat at her desk, back towards him. All in all, she looked almost–if not exactly–the same as she did yesterday. Her hair was still down, and even her outfit was more than likely the same one from the day before. At her writing desk, notebooks lay strewn about, like a mad scientist working through a theorem for an experiment. The desk sat at the very end of the room across from him, leaving a decent gap still between the two.

Cobra scanned the rest of the room briefly. It was much like he'd pictured. An immaculately clean space (despite the frequent visitors) with enough furniture to lounge around in by oneself or with company. Bookshelves packed with more books than Cobra had ever read several dozen times over, as well as knickknacks placed on top that were either from jobs or thrift store purchases that Lucy secretly liked to shop at.

There was such a feeling of…her in the room that Cobra could immediately picture himself sitting down and passing an afternoon in its presence. This was a space Lucy poured a lot of time and effort into making the space comfortable for her, and in turn others. Perhaps too well some might say.

Cobra started to speak, but no words came out. He found his lips would mouth words his tongue didn't bring to life. So he awkwardly stood there, watching Lucy work with concentration he'd never seen before, at the Love Doctor hovel or otherwise.

Suddenly, she sighed. "Mira, I appreciate you using a key, but I really need to focus–" She turned around, maybe to say more, only to freeze. Surprise, instead of fear, was the first emotion on display as she caught sight of his full figure. "Cobra?!"

He resisted the embarrassing urge to look at his feet. There were so many things he wanted to say that it was hard to know where to start.

"How did you get in?"

Well, there were worse places than that.

"I didn't break in…Mirajane gave me a key."

Lucy's face hardened, and Cobra couldn't help but wince. The surprise was replaced with a cool look of indifference. "I see. I heard the knock, but I assumed it was Mira herself."

"…She's outside. It's just me."

"Does she need something? My notes, perhaps?"

"I…I don't know. Maybe? I'm not here for…"

She stared at him in a manner that suggested she was waiting for him to finish. When he failed to promptly, she turned back to her notes, pencil in hand. "You can go tell Mirajane that I'm ok, sorry for worrying her. I can give her my notes if she wants to come and get them herself."

Pencil scratches. She was back to writing, having shut out Cobra completely.