Emma hadn't been quite sure what to do when first ten minutes passed, then fifteen. She'd gotten her self a cup of coffee, and when that was gone, she'd considered going on to a second one, but her toe was already tapping against the floor in such a way that the people next table over were glaring at her. A second cup likely wouldn't be wise.
The problem was, Emma didn't exactly sit still well, and she hadn't thought to bring a book to a breakfast out. So she wiggled. And fidgeted in the chair, leaning back, then forward, then twisting about as she looked for George and his sprog (she still couldn't quite fathom that bit). When she heard a young voice calling out, she let the chair fall with a thump. Spotting George and a wee one coming towards her, she stood up and waved as well. "Oi, hey."