It took a while for Sam to return; though chatting with Will had done wonders for her morale (what with the absolute worst part of waiting in an airport being being bored) she was still tired, moving slower than she otherwise would. She hoped her second coffee would help with that; the cup was still hot in her hand when she settled onto her seat, separated from Will by one empty chair. After a moment, she tipped her bag over the arms and onto that unoccupied seat, leaning over to try and eye the boy's book.
“Whatcha drawing? Couldn't spot my friend, so it looks like I'll be waiting a while yet... and bugging you, unless you mind.”
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Date: 2017-12-17 10:44 pm (UTC)“Whatcha drawing? Couldn't spot my friend, so it looks like I'll be waiting a while yet... and bugging you, unless you mind.”