Bea had been very focused. Looking through old maps, old travel journals and the like. Things so old the cramped script was faded and difficult to read in some places. She was used to this sort of thing, but still, after a few hours of that and writing in one of her own many journals, her eyes hurt. She pursed her glasses up into hey hair and rubbed at get eyes some. This was going to take a deal of work on her own. 

She let out a heavy breath, looking up at the clock on the wall as it quietly clicked over to the next minute. She had five minutes to get her stuff back together and make it to lunch. She grabbed all her papers and shoved them into her bag, then gathered up her books and dropped them as easily as she could onto the returns cart at the end of the table before she hurried out the door.  

Thankfully it wasn't too far for her to go, her skirt hindered her a little bit and not for the first time she cursed that she couldn't just easily wear pants more often. But she made it still. Of course Roger had beat her there, which didn't surprise her any. He often beat her anywhere they were meeting. But he didn't seem like he'd been there too terribly long.

When he said her name she gave him what she hoped was an unaffected smile, though she was sure it probably didn't come off as nicely as she would have wanted. Her mind was so preoccupied with the letter and even more so with telling him.  Because she knew she could trust him with this. And she knew she couldn't keep this bottled up either. It was much too big for that.

“I'm so sorry for my tardiness,” she said as she sat, sounding a little out of breath. The waitress knew them well enough that they didn't even have to order and their food was there. She murmured a thank you before she walked away, and then another to Roger for the tea.

She waited a moment more, biting at her lip some, waiting for what felt the right moment, but she couldn't keep it in anymore. “I received a letter this morning,” she said, stirring the cream into her tea slowly, deliberately. “Indirectly from my father.”