She felt a moment of panic- just one. Then she forced herself to calm down and give Vaughn the sweetest, most darling smile she could manage as the other woman came closer to the table.
Sitting there, paging through her Philosophy book and eating french fries dipped in sweet and sour sauce, Boyd looked every bit the college student. Her hair was held back in a tortoiseshell headband, and she was wearing a denim micro-mini with an NYU sweatshirt. She didn't have on a hint of makeup, and her toenails, which were painted pink, could be seen through the brown flip flops she was wearing. Her hair was clean and shiny, and she looked young in a way she didn't when she was in Bellum.
Vaughn's approach, her greeting didn't make Boyd shrink away either. Instead, she smiled more brightly. "Sit on down, honey. It's been a real long time."