[ College. Freshman year at SCU was the last time she'd been on a real, honest to God, dress up and go to dinner date. Before the Queen's gambit, the freighter, the League. Jesus, it felt like two, maybe three lifetimes ago.
She checks herself in the reflection of her motorcycle's side view mirror, skeptical at the simple black dress and heels she'd managed to dig up before crossing the street and buzzing the number for Helena's apartment.
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