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	[sup][color=aa4846][u]AT THE MEETING SPOT.    [/u][/color][/sup]
	[sup][color=aa4846][u]12:10PM    [/u][/color][/sup]
[indent]Lucia was a patient woman, she could stand around if she needed to, but [i]this[/i] was too long of a wait. She didn't even have a phone to pass the time! She spent two hours between pacing around to avoid a cramped leg, looking longingly at the hotel and wondering whether they would allow her to charge her phone, and thinking about her grandparents and her cat. Maybe Sugar was taking good care of them. Lucia laughed to herself at the sight she imagined for herself: Sugar delivering her grandparents a cup of tea on a tray between two rooms.

Her laughed died down a moment later, and she sighed to herself. [color=aa4846]"I miss you,"[/color] she muttered to herself, feeling a wave of homesickness hit her harder than it had before. Maybe she really did need her phone charged soon...

By midday, Lucia wasn't alone on the bench.

She scooted to the edge, hoping to give the newcomer enough space to settle down comfortably. Lucia watched from the corner of her eye as the blonde pulled out a notebook from her purse and began scribbling down something into the small pages. Lucia was curious, but soon averted her eyes to give the blonde some privacy. Well, it didn't last very long until she struck up some conversation.

[color=aa4846]"Ah!"[/color] Girlfriend? Lucia turned to look at the newcomer for the first time since she had arrived. She rubbed the back of her head, unsure how to respond. [color=aa4846]"It's- um, it's g-going well. Thank y-you."[/color] She grew quiet, her gaze moving back to her palms that were clasped in front of her on her lap. Was she supposed to ask the same question in return? What if the lady didn't want to comment on her day? Lucia chewed on her lower lip. Her need to be polite outweighed her anxiety. She opened her mouth and...

[i]Growl.[/i]

Lucia's stomach suddenly rumbled. It was loud and absolutely mortifying! Still with her gaze averted, but cheeks in flames, Lucia shot up from her side of the bench. [color=aa4846]"I-I'm so sorry!"[/color] She took a hold of her luggage. She couldn't stay there a minute longer. What if something else embarrassing occurred? [color=aa4846]"I-I need to go!"[/color] 

And with that, Lucia bolted.[/indent]