In human form
12:03.
He was late. Granted he was only late by three minutes, but he was still late. It wasn't as if Veronica was a stickler for time or anything, her mother had always enforced the idea that you always had to show up to a function 'fashionably late', but she had been counting the seconds up to when she would see Nathan again.
Veronica's son was a slippery one and so hard to get ahold of. Not because he didn't care, he loved his mother more than anything, but his profession always kept him so busy. Too busy for Veronica's taste. She loved that he was a doctor, she loved that he was so successful in his field, she loved that he had the biggest heart in the world; but, she did not love that she only got to see him in person every two or three weeks. If she was lucky. The door to the restaurant chimed as it opened and Veronica sat very straight up in her seat, craning her neck as impossible angles to see who had entered. She sighed; it had just been some teenager. "Where the hell are you?" She whispered to herself, using her straw to angrily push ice to the bottom of her water.
Veronica knew that she was being unfair and very impatient, but the last time she had gotten some quality time with Nathan had been...gosh, when had it been? St. Patrick's Day? No, that was too soon...Veronica grimaced. It had been the weekend after Valentine's Day, which meant she hadn't seen her son in more than a month! She groaned longingly, folded her arms onto the table and leaning her forehead on them. A little voice in the back of her mind reminded her how her mother would have thrown a fit if she saw Veronica sitting like this at the table.
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