S O M E T H I N G H A D B E E N particularly bothering Diana Roberts just two weeks after the battle. Nicolas Johnson had known this when he had called, asking her to meet. Diana had therefore found herself walking up to a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta. She was about to go inside when— "Diana, over here, " she spun around to spot Nick seated on one of the tables set outside the restaurant. There was a couple talking and laughing in one; a mother wiping away a drop of ketchup that had dripped on her son's shirt and then there was Nick. "Hi," Diana said, taking a seat and facing Nick. "Hey," his dark hair was short, matching his dark eyes as he beamed at her. "Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you," Diana bit her lower lip that was as red as her hair. Nick rested his hands on the table, ushering her to go on.
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