pmathesson:

     ”Sorry I’m late. I’d blame it on traffic but really it was me being really slow and practically crying over my wardrobe choices. What’s to drink? Cold or otherwise it’s better than nothing. Plus I’m about certain I’m close to death by dehydration.”

       She shook her head at the boy, pushing a cup of tea toward him. “I think you look just fine the way you are right now,” she said, taking a sip of her own tea. “I haven’t actually been waiting that long. Besides,” she then patted her book on the table. “I had something to keep me busy.”