"Cissie!" The girl was younger then her, but since their chance encounter at a gymnastics club Patsy had felt for the blonde. She knew what it was like to have a mom that was a little ... scary. Although it sounded like Cissie's mom had taken a turn form intense stage mom to "can't have her daughter" kind of mom.
She return the hug and laughed.
"I am in fact waiting for someone like that, but I'd say they were excellent at gymnastics." She pulled back and studied Cissie for a second, as if she expected what Cissie had told her about her new mom-less life to somehow make her look different. "Sit, sit," she gestured at the empty side of the booth. "And then talk, talk."