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Mithian watched the woman in front of her as she burst through the restaurant door, bustling to the table like a woman on a mission, and sat with a heavy thud in the chair, nearly knocking over the candlelit table in the process; she was clearly flustered, with wild eyes and frizzy hair and an endearing smile that said forgive me, I’m doing my best.
“Hi, I’m so sorry I’m late, traffic was crazy and I really did try to leave early but my flatmate’s cat escaped and I had to chase her down the hall and—“ Elena took a deep breath and picked up the glass of water Mithian had ordered for her with shaky hands, taking a sip.
Mithian slowly let the corners of her mouth turn up, biting back a full-on grin, said, “please, don’t worry about it, I’m glad you’re here now,” and reached over to clasp her hand in a gesture of reassurance— unfortunately, this had the opposite effect, and she was thanked by Elena choking on her water so hard she accidentally did a spit take directly into Mithian’s face.