Grace hefted her shoulder bag and glanced at her watch again; ten minutes late. She hated being late for anything, particularly to a meeting with someone she'd never met. It never made a good impression, and was simply rude.
As she turned the corner, hoping that Eden hadn't given up and left, she saw a blonde young woman in jeans and a red shirt standing outside the coffee house. From the way she glanced at passers-by, it was clear that she looked for someone.
Most likely me, Grace thought. She strode up and said, "Hello. Are you Eden?"