It Shouldn't Be Me That Says Sorry

Zyta wasn't really picky about her coffee. She basically lived on the stuff, and as long as the place had it as black as possible Zyta didn't care what cafe she got it from. But it was nice enough to change things up now and then, and Sugarpop cafe seemed like a decent place. The theme kinda made Zyta irritated but the coffee was good.

Zyta was sipping her coffee and reading an article on some new mechanical breakthrough that had been in use on the space station for ages, when she saw that girl whose feelings she had hurt come in. Oh sh...oot. Zyta sighed and tried to turn her head away a bit. And just when she had avoided the community center so she wouldn't run into that girl. Aisha. Now Zyta remembered her name. It had always been like this, before as well. Zyta hurt someone's feelings or was honest, aka. rude, and either the person would avoid or bully Zyta. Eventually Zyta took the hint, and every time she accidentally hurt someone she erased herself from their sight. That was easier for everyone.
Zyta hoped that even if Aisha saw her she wouldn't engage. Zyta didn't know how to handle overly emotional people.

It was bad enough that Aisha did indeed see Zyta, but it seemed the girl was in a bad mood on top of that. That was clear even for Zyta, when Aisha came over to her table geared up with words and ready for war. War that Zyta was too confused to answer, as she just listened to Aisha ramble on with a relatively empty expression, her confused expression. Mouse? Run away? Zyta was certainly on the short side, she suspected it had to do with her dwarf heritage, but mouse? She was confused as to what warranted that...nickname? It couldn't be an insult, mouse was too neutral of a term to be an insult. And how could Zyta have run away to here, she had been here first, and this place actually seemed like a place a girl like Aisha would frequent, it was a very bad place to run away to and hole into.
But although Zyta wanted to she didn't say any of this, it seemed like anything she might now say would only add fuel to the fire.

"Culprit? Party? I implore you to explain. I do not think I said anything that warranted this amount of anger."
Now Zyta opened her mouth, her confusion had reached a level in which she couldn't stay quiet. Well, the last part was speculation on her part, Zyta had no idea exactly how mad she had made Aisha. But she didn't get nauseous, Zyta had properly added "I do not think", so it was an opinion and couldn't be a lie.
But finally Aisha at least dropped that smile that made Zyta irritated and sick in her stomach. If the girl was angry Zyta wanted her to show it, not hide behind poisonous, untrue kind words and smiles that could wound.
"I'm here to drink coffee. This is a cafe. I believe that is very clear."
Zyta said, her words had no hidden meanings, just the facts and truths.

Wonderbread? What on Earth did that mean? But before Zyta could even begin to ask about it Aisha revealed the source of her bad mood. In very unspecific and confusing terms but Zyta understood enough to form a picture in her head. Zyta had hurt Aisha, but an incident had happened after that which hurt her even more. A video? Zyta wondered what was on that video to turn Aisha so hostila towards Zyta, who most definitely had nothing to do with any videos.
"I see. I still do not understand completely but I understand to some extent."
Zyta merely concluded, and sipped her coffee as she watched Aisha, who had decided to sit down with Zyta. Not that Zyta minded, much. She was slightly irritated still.

"I consider my...social denseness a weakness rather than gift, but nevertheless I suppose I should thank you for the compliment."
Being called socially dense wasn't even near the worst possible ways people had put Zyta's incapabality in social situations. And still is irritated Zyta, though she did not show it. Though she did look baffled when Aisha ordered a mountain of sweets. First Rigel and now this girl. Just how much did the residents of this island eat??
"Yes, it is slightly rude, but I prefer you talk to me straight and honestly. It makes you a much more pleasant conversational partner."
Zyta wasn't even going to ask what Aisha meant by combing through her words with her glasses. Some sayings Zyta would never understand.