Matilda had arrived at the coffee shop much earlier than she should have. She blamed her nerves; whenever something made her anxious, she got jumpy and rash, and anticipating this meeting had definitely made her anxious. She had gone through two small lattes already and was working on a third just attempting to keep herself both focused and distracted - focused on what she had to talk to Rebecca about, and distracted from the things (well, thing, really) she absolutely couldn't, or wouldn't, mention. It was a fine line, much finer than she would have liked, and she was going to have to be very careful not to cross it.
She sighed and fiddled with some loose strands of hair that had fallen out her bun. Today, she hadn't dressed for the weather - in her jeans, camisole, and black sweater, she was going more for cover rather than comfort or style. Though, in a way, it was rather comforting to be able to pull her sweater tighter - especially since the coffee shop was freezing.
Finally, as she was moving to take another sip of her latte, she saw a woman that had to be Rebecca walk through the door. She set her drink down, smiled, and waved. Hopefully, Rebecca would see her - and hopefully the woman was, in fact, Rebecca. She felt strange enough already without having to feel foolish too.