The Stars Shine Above Us

Iced Coffee ~ Bishova

The sun filtered through the window as Kate Bishop wrapped herself in her black plaid coat.. It was Sunday—time to meet with her favorite assassin. She checked the clock, knowing Yelena would be there any minute, just like always.

Sundays had become her favorite day of the week, not because of the iced coffees they religiously ordered, but because of Yelena. The routine was a comfort. Every week, they'd meet at their coffee shop, a little escape from the craziness of their lives.

The doorbell jingled, and in walked Yelena, her hair shining beautifully with the autumn morning light. Kate couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.

"Kate," Yelena called out with a grin. "Do you think we're becoming too predictable with these outfits?"

Kate laughed, walking over to meet her. "Maybe. But I'm okay with it. We look good."

Yelena smirked, glancing down at her own coat, then at Kate's. "You do look good. But I'm still the one with the better style."

Kate rolled her eyes, nudging Yelena lightly. "It's not a competition, Yelena."

Yelena raised an eyebrow. "It's always a competition."

They made their way to the counter, where the barista already knew their order by heart. "The usual, ladies?"

Yelena leaned on the counter, giving a playful shrug. "What can I say? We like what we like."

After they ordered their iced coffees—Kate's classic black iced with a touch of hazelnut and Yelena's caramel—Yelena turned to Kate with a teasing smile. "So, does the coat still do it for you?"

Kate snorted, shaking her head. "You know it does. I don't know how you make yellow plaid look so good."

Yelena smirked. "Natural talent."

They grabbed their drinks and headed to their usual corner by the window. Kate loved this spot. It was tucked away, offering just enough privacy for them to be themselves. She sipped her coffee, watching as Yelena took a long, satisfying sip of hers.

"You're staring," Yelena noted, raising an eyebrow.

Kate blushed slightly but didn't look away. "I'm allowed to stare. You look cute."

Yelena's lips twitched into a smirk, but there was warmth in her eyes. "You're lucky you're cute too, Bishop."

Kate leaned back, grinning. "I know."

They settled into easy conversation, the kind that flowed naturally after months of knowing each other. Yelena told her about her latest adventure—nothing too dangerous, just a simple mission—but Kate could see the fire in her eyes as she described it. Every word, every detail was mesmerizing, but more than anything, it was how comfortable Yelena was around her now that made Kate's heart race.

When Yelena finished her story, she leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of her iced coffee. "So, what's next? More matching outfits? Or do you think we should go for a new color scheme next time?"

Kate laughed. "I don't know if anything can beat the plaid. But we could try stripes."

Yelena tilted her head thoughtfully. "Stripes could be fun. But only if I get to choose the colors."

"Deal," Kate said, grinning. "But first, I want to show you this spot I found in the park. Perfect for a picnic."

Yelena narrowed her eyes playfully. "Are you trying to impress me, Bishop?"

Kate gave a dramatic shrug. "Always. It's a full-time job, keeping up with you."

Yelena laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."

They sat there, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, the world outside the window moving at its own pace. Kate reached across the table, taking Yelena's hand in hers, tracing small circles on her palm.

"I'm really glad we have this," Kate said quietly, her voice sincere.

Yelena's expression softened, and she squeezed Kate's hand. "Me too. Sundays are the best because of you."

Kate's heart fluttered at the words. She smiled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Yelena's cheek, feeling the familiar spark of warmth between them. "Here's to more Sundays."

Yelena smirked, standing up and pulling Kate with her. "And more plaid."

They walked out, hand in hand, as they stepped into the cool morning air. It was their little world, and Kate wouldn't have it any other way.