Hebe was not in a good mood. She'd been riding on her laurels (and a few men) for a good fifty years now but she was not having the best of luck now. Hebe had taken a few years off from her perpetual lifestyle of partying to complete her fifth degree in biochemistry. Now that her finals were finished, Hebe found herself slapped with a bill that she couldn't pay off because of course in her age she still hadn't learned the wisdom of saving.
She needed a job but Hebe was not the type of person to take any plain job. She could of course apply her degree but the whole point of her learning was to expand her mind not actually use the information. She considered deferring her loans and pursuing a doctorate but she already had three and she didn't like biochemistry that much. Besides, she was getting the itch and twitch to live free and loose again.
Hebe was returning from the bank, hoping to seduce the manager into letting her skip a few payments or maybe just get rid of the loan all together but the bitch was happily married and straighter than a pastor. All of Hebe's boundless charms would not sway the dour woman. It was because of those irritated thoughts that she almost missed her. There sitting on the other side of the street was her own mother, Hera. Hebe was floored. She hadn't seen Hera in... actually, she couldn't recall having ever seen her mother after they'd become trapped in their mortal forms.
Glancing both ways to check for traffic, Hebe crossed the street and stopped in front of Hera's table, her shadow falling across Hera and her book. She looked different but she still looked like her mother. A thousand different emotions bubbled inside Hebe some crossing her face, some so deep that Hebe was hardly aware of them. "Hello, mother," she said stiffly, her hand clutching the back of the metal chair tightly.