Ocean's: Ash & Sam
The diner wasn't anything special, the air thick with the smell of fried food and conversation, but it was comfortable and easy to spend time in. Ash had to admit a fondness for their waffles, and Matthew had already fallen in love with their grilled cheese (better than mama's, he'd proclaim), so they had eaten there a few times when cooking just seemed like too much work and she didn't want to deal with the hustle and bustle of the pub.
Matthew wasn't with her today, though. School was an all day thing here, and as independent as the boy was, he loved it. And Ash had to say that she enjoyed having the time for herself, the time to get things done at the pub and even breathe a little with some peace and quiet. But there were other things to attend to, people to see and check in on, and Sam was definitely one of those.
It had been a long time since she had seen the other woman, and no doubt Ash looked different than Sam likely remembered. A few years older, hair pulled back in a messy knot, long fingers twined together as she sat at the booth she had already claimed for her and Sam. Her phone was nearby, pictures of her son on it, in case Sam was interested. But really, Ash was just more interested in seeing Sam. It had been a long time, and Sam had been one of the first she had ever known here. Even with all that had happened, the troubles they had encountered, she still thought of her.
A sip of coffee and a glance out the window, and Ash pulled a leg up into the booth with her, arm hooked around it, and she waited.