Selina Kyle.

You stare at the elevator for a good long while until the ringing of your phone breaks your trance: It's your boss responding to your text. Answering the phone you head back to your apartment.

Dr. Rorbeck confirms your date is with Mary, that she has never heard of a Selina Kyle, though she did chat with Dr. Thompkins about your blind date. When your boss asks you if you're alright, however, you freeze in your tracks in front of the open door of your apartment.

After a “David?”, “David are you there?”, "David are you okay?" You answer, “No, I'm not. I'm sorry but something dramatic has come up,” you try to explain without lying, “please tell Ms. Novak I have to cancel tonight there is something I must attend to.”

A flurry of questions you deflect with a simple, “I'm sorry Dr. Rorbeck, but I really have to go, it's most urgent, I will explain everything on Monday.” And with that you shut off your phone, close your door and head back for the elevator.

Making your way to the cafe you see Ms. Kyle sitting chatting with some guy leaning over her table. Hesitating for a second you push forward an approach.

First to notice you is the man who straightens up and faces you. Towering over you by least a half a foot this guy is massive. Covered in muscles with a lady killer face it's as if Brad Pitt's head has been put on the body of Conan the Barbarian.

“What do you want?” He grunts in an alpha male way clearly wanting you to leave.

“Damn, you're gutsy, stupid, but gutsy.” Kyle chuckles before you can answer.

“What?” The testosterone hulk looks back confused at his intended score.

“Starting a beef with one of Bruno Mannheim's men over his old lady is gutsy, stupid, but gutsy.” The sultry raven haired beauty comments while nonchalantly sipping her tea.

“Wait, you? Him?” The brute looks at you with confusion and a bit of fear. “ He's a . . .?”

“A demon in the sack,” Kyle finishes his sentence, “and straight up 167 ADR.”

Taking another sip of her tea she adds, “Sugar, it's not the big guys you have to worry about, but the crazy ones. He'll cut you up like a surgeon.”

“Hey, I'm sorry.” The lunkhead raises his hands in a submissive way and starts to back away from the table. “I didn't mean anything. I didn't know she was your lady. I'm sorry man, I'm sorry.”

Beating a quick retreat the failed suitor pays his tab and flees the cafe.

Looking up at you with playful eyes and a bemused grin Kyle takes another sip of her drink, “Can I help you with something, Dr. Anderson?”