Rebecca realized as she walked through the door that she had very little idea for whom she was looking, but being a flight attendant, she had a fairly good eye for spotting people who looked as though they were looking for someone. Most people, if they went to a coffee shop alone, and wanted to stay that way, would have headphones, sunglasses on or their eyes downcast, and something in their mouth so they could hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.
Not so the waving woman who was obviously watching the door. Smiling easily, she raised a hand in greeting and quickly closed the distance to the woman's table. "Matilda Martin?" she asked, before presuming to sit down, "I'm Rebecca Rice."