Snippet #2218346

The cafe was quiet by now. All of the customers had gradually disappeared from the tables, leaving a warmth that Delilah sensed as she walked back into the room. She was picking up the used dishes in an attempt to ease the work-load her mom would have later on. It was surprising how much help it was just to pick up dishes for her. Her mom had always been there for her, but she never felt as though she'd ever been there for her mom. To her, their relationship felt as if there was a fracture, as if something was wrong, but neither of them spoke of it. Inevitably, that fracture was bound to lead back to the robbery, and that was a topic that Delilah didn't want to discuss.

Once finished, the brunette retired back to the lounge and, grabbing a change of clothes, headed off into the bathroom. She changed into a nicer shirt - a matte black that cut off at her elbows and dipped low around her neck - and a pair of acid-wash jeans with rips along the front of the thighs. The party was supposed to be casual; hopefully she wouldn't feel out of place.

There was a twinkle.

Delilah looked up, recognizing the sound of the door hitting the bell as it opened. Momentarily forgetting that she was waiting for someone, she headed out to great them. As soon as she stepped into the room, she immediately halted, chocolate eyes finding Alexander's face. She chewed her lip. Okay. Okay. "Hi," she said, voice on the shy side. She approached delicately, unsure of herself. "I wasn't sure if you'd actually come," she admitted quietly and ran her fingers through her hair.