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"There you go, officers," Ryan landed down in front of the Timely Bank and Trust, the two would-be bank-robbers encased in hard-to-break coils of cosmic energy. He'd been there to grab some cash for a haircut when the two dunderheads had decided to try and rob the place.

Seriously, who even robs banks in New York anymore? Between all of the various superhero groups - and they were on their third generation of heroes now, really - it was one of the stupidest things to do.

"Thank you...Lucent Lad?" The officer looked up at Ryan, raising an eyebrow.

"Stellar, actually," Ryan replied with a grin. It was designed to hold back a grimace."Lucent Lad was too...dorky." That had been the name he'd chosen for himself back when he and his brother Jacob had first moved back to New York and...no. He'd changed the codename soon thereafter. Sadly, though, some people still remembered it. "Anyway, though! Money's back in the safe. They're all checking to make sure things balance. I gotta jet but, you know. You might wanna tell these knuckleheads that robbing banks in New York is so eighteen-hundreds."

With a wave, he flew back up into the air, relishing the feel of the rushing wind against his face. When he was high enough, he turned away from midtown and headed towards his stylists' place, lost in thought.

A lot had happened in the last couple of weeks, it felt like. Remi and Alexa had given birth to their baby. The Pier had been attacked by a group of villains. He'd had some auditions that had gone really well, and others that had gone less so. (But he was doing a small thing off-Broadway, so that was nice.)

He sometimes wondered what it'd be like to settle down and start a family of his own but, realistically, he was far from ready for that. There was so much he still had to do, so much he still had to experience. So much growing he still had left to do. It worked for people like Remi and Alexa, but for people like Ryan...

Not yet.

He landed in front of his stylist's realized he still had an hour to kill before he went in.

Heh. Oops. He flew over the street and landed in front of the coffee shop that was directly opposite the salon. Coffee and a muffin couldn't hurt...

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Alisa sat by herself in the coffee shop. Her laptop on a table, a vanilla latte in her hand, and her eyes focused on what she was reading on screen. Despite taking a break from work, she really never took one these days (especially after the disaster with Steve's sister, Nikki).

Her green eyes appeared to be glued on the screen before her, checking and re-checking various pieces of artwork that were scanned in. She was running programs to help her authenticate on a low level, before she would go examine the artwork in person. Alisa took another sip of her latte, before looking up for a brief moment.

"I must be seeing things." Alisa thought to herself. "That guy outside looks like Ryan. Maybe I have been looking at this computer program too long?"

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One of the things that Ryan liked most about his stylist's salon was the little juice bar they had in the back. Given that he hadn't been able to grab a cup of coffee as had been his intent, a grapefruit ginger mint juice seemed like just the thing. He strolled out of the salon with one in his hand, glancing at a reflective surface every few moments. His stylist did good work, he had to admit.

He grinned as he crossed the street, opting this time to walk instead of fly. After all, his stylist had worked meticulously on his hair. No sense in ruining the style just yet.