The Boss

Her moping is rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. The stranger doesn't seem to find anything wrong with barging into someone's apartment. "Boss found your wallet, cooed at the picture of your cat for five minutes then gawked at your driver's license." The woman tosses her leather clutch back at her. "Here you go, by the way. Try not to leave your purses in the subway, will you?"

Catra is speechless, the woman's abrasive personality at ends with her kind gesture. "Thanks, I guess?"

The woman waves her off, her eyes darting around the apartment, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Don't mention it. Boss would've come, but you know how it is. Busy running the streets and making deals."

Catra tilts her head and stares, hoping that some of this will click in her head because she has no clue what's happening. "I'm sorry. Who the fuck are you talking about?"

The stranger rolls her eyes as if Catra is slow to pick up on cues even though she's the one that makes no sense. "My Boss." She sighs. "Don't worry too much about it, I doubt I'll be back."

OR

Five times Glimmer delivers gifts on Adora's behalf and one time Adora does the delivery herself.