How Hebe wanted to just curl up in her mother's lap but they'd never had that kind of relationship before. Hera had been a wonderful provider for mortals but never the warmest of mothers for her. Hera had always been so obsessed with Zeus and his numerous infidelities or at least it had seemed that way to Hebe as a child and then as a quiet observer.
But now Hera exuded warmth and caring and she felt like everything she should have been as Hebe grew up. If Hera had acted as indifferent as she had before Hebe would have just left. Instead she did as her mother bade and sat. A waiter came over almost immediately and Hebe flashed him a bright smile that made the man whimper softly. "I'd like a glass of your finest wine," she said cocking her head and giving the waiter a coy look that assured her that the wine would be free.
"Right away," the man said turning and all but stumbling over a passing patron in his hurry to do her bidding.
Turning back to her mother, Hebe's smile fell and she sat back, her legs crossed at the knee. The only betrayal of her nervousness was her fingers picking at her expensive slacks. She'd dressed smartly so the bankers would take her seriously though that hadn't paid off at all. "So... hi. Long time no see. What're you doing here? In LA," she asked meeting her mother's eyes.