She glared at Faustus again for snickering at her discomfort, but Eva wouldn't give him the satisfaction of dancing in one spot like she wanted to.
Last thing she wanted to do was lose her bladder in front of her bloody partner, how fucking embarrassing.
"Oh shut it, you," Eva warned, though the corners of her mouth curled up. "I am carrying a wand, just like you and I know how to use it."
She sighed. Both of them were cold and wet, and though she lived in Cardiff she didn't normally stand out in the cold rain like they were tonight. And they couldn't use any magic in such a largely populated muggle area, though their contact was supposed to be a wizard. Apparently.
"If he doesn't show in one minute I'm popping into that shop and tell them I'm preggers or something I don't care I am not going to wee my pants, and by the way that coffee was dreadful."
Eva pushed a lock of hair out of her face, then continued to wait until she couldn't wait any longer.
"That's it. I'll be back in a tick."
Before Faustus could argue, Eva did as she threatened and five minutes later, bladder relieved thank gods, carried out two steaming take-away cups of coffee for her and her partner.