Lyra had a lovely smile set on her face, not a hint of the anger that bubbled under her skin or the increasing ache of her feet and ankles despite the charms on her shoes showing. She'd shown up to work, early as requested, and had found that once again Marley was being allowed to hostess, which was supposed to be her main job, while Lyra herself was once again waitressing. She was really starting to get pissed at thus passive aggressive bullshit as they tried to edge her out of things because of her growing waistline.
Well, at least no one could legitimately complain about her look. She wore the black skirt and white shirt that was the classic and classy look this place went for, and though her baby bump was clearly visible, she looked impeccable. Her hair was pulled back, her make up was minimalistic, and her heels were still tall, though she had a feeling this pregnancy was going to force her to stop wearing them soon, despite magic.
She came up behind Miguel, so she didn't recognize him at first, and gave the woman a warm welcoming smile as she came around to see both of them. "Welcome, welcome, I'm Lyra and I will hopefully make your meal a good one to-"
Uncharacteristically she dropped her sentence when she could actually see the man now, and her smile actually wobbled in her shock. She'd been trying to find this man for months, and now here he was, in front of her... with another woman.
Shit fuckity fuck.
The hand that didn't hold the two menus unconsciously went straight to her bump as she gathered herself, mustering her smile again though it now looked actually fixed in place.