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Delilah Cassidy (flawedbydesign) wrote in stringtheory,

Dean leaned forward in the chair a bit, propping his head up with his hands. Talking was better than just sitting there waiting for his mom. "Hi!" He grinned a bit, he was already breaking Delilah's number one rule of not talking to strangers. "Whatcha doing?" He canted his head to the side, because obviously there were other reasons for reading the newspaper.

Though that bored look on the four years old's face seemed to lift when Delilah stepped out of the coffee shop, pursing her lips together as she watched the two for a moment. She knew her son's fascination with prospects of finding a daddy. She didn't know where the hell it came from. But she knew it existed. Damn the media to hell. Putting thoughts in childrens' minds that there should be a dad there.

The blonde moved to sit next to her son, ruffling his hair a bit as she set down their smoothie and brownie. "Sorry if he's bothering you." She grinned a bit as she broke the brownie in half, setting it in front of the boy. Well, here was a 'metahuman' and her son sitting right in front of him. Go figure.