Brea’s hands shook as she waited in Smitey’s Diner. She was nervous. Why was she nervous? She couldn’t tell the last time she felt this nervous meeting up with someone. It also didn't help that Lucy was late; she had been waiting for almost twenty minutes. What if she didn’t bother to show up? A million thoughts raced through her mind and she had no means of controlling them. She checked her phone for the tenth time, still no call. She began drumming her fingers absentmindedly on the table as she thought of all the reasons Lucy could be late. On the bright side if she didn't show up she wouldn't be breaking her father's orders.
“I’m sorry for being late,” came a shy voice from behind her. “I ummm. I had some errands to run.”
There was no way Lucy was going to admit that she got caught up
