By the time Tyler entered the diner, Vicki had already drank a full cup of coffee, mainly because she was bored rather than thirsty. Having the mug in her hands gave her something to do, to fiddle with, while she waited, trying to ignore an inner voice that sounded suspiciously like her mother that whispered in the back of her mind that Tyler wasn't coming, that he was going to stand her up, that he wanted nothing to do with her. Slowly, her head began to sink, shoulders hunching, as she tried to ignore it - until finally she smelled him walk into the diner.
And wasn't that weird as hell?
It took everything Vicki had not to jump up and vamp-speed over to him the moment she saw him across the room, and she swallowed hard when he hesitated. Once he reached it and spoke, Vicki couldn't help herself. She slid with supernatural grace out of the booth and instead of responding, lifted her hands to slide them around to the back of his head so she could lean in and kiss him long and hard, just like she used to.