Iceland was heading towards the Northern Lights after his short visit at Death By Pastry. Actually, he doesn't really know what he's doing, since he'd just chomped on some delicious pastries and he's not really hungry, not yet (those pastries aren't helping at all; they only served to make him even less hungry, of course), but he's just going where his feet is taking him, he supposed. Though, it's pretty much pointless since he remembered that today was Girls' Night Out and, even though the name suggests that it'd happen tonight, Rise has probably starts decorating and setting the place up and junk. He's thinking about lending a hand, but in the end, decided against it because: a) he's not sure if she's going to accept it, what's with him being not of the female gender and all, and b) it's Sunday and it's his day-off.

But before he could turn around and headed somewhere else, his feet had already taken him to the familiar building, and he was about to open the door (hoping that perhaps he was wrong and Rise haven't starts decorating yet) when Brock walks out from the restaurant, almost hitting him with the door. The Nordic immediately stopped and stares at the culprit in a 'the hell you think you're doing" way.

"I'm fine." The door haven't crushed my face yet, he thought sarcastically, but decided to play nice since hey, everyone makes mistakes, right? Besides, this guy apologises, and there's really no reason to beat him up verbally. "And it's okay, I guess, it was an accident." He shrugs, expression returning to impassive mode.