The fluorescent lights of Picture This buzzed overhead as Iris practically vibrated with the day's adrenaline. She'd finally cracked that city council corruption story, and a celebratory drink with Kamilla was definitely in order. Stepping out onto the bustling Central City street, Iris reached for her phone, already dialing her friend's number, when a figure barreled around the corner, sending her coffee cup flying. Caramel macchiato rained down like a caffeinated apocalypse, soaking the crisp white top of the person who stood frozen, wide-eyed, in the middle of the sidewalk. Iris' jaw clenched, then relaxed into a sheepish grin. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! Here, let me help..."

Iris West