Maeve
Most of those around her didn't hold her attention. There were couples tucked into corners, men leaning against walls and smoking cigarettes, groups stumbling out of various bars in fits of laughter. None of this was anything new. Just a new location. It isn't until a voice rings out over the din of the nightlife surrounding her, lamenting something that has her arching a brow and her lips quirking up into a smile. Maeve has been around enough expecting women to recognize that it's exactly what this stranger is dealing with. Even without the baby bump giving it away, Maeve would have figured it out soon enough.
Her steps slow as she approaches the bench, "Because that would be too easy. Don't you know?" Maeve quips in response to her aired question, a soft laugh pushing past painted lips as she finally comes to a stop near the bench. "How far along are you?" Maeve asks, eyes dipping down to her belly with a softness that always seems to come out when children are involved. It's better than the sudden spark of jealousy in her belly that she quickly stamps down. She doesn't even know this woman for gods sake. Her time will come. There's plenty of it. Maeve draws her eyes back up to her face, motioning to the bench, "Do you mind if I sit?"
Her steps slow as she approaches the bench, "Because that would be too easy. Don't you know?" Maeve quips in response to her aired question, a soft laugh pushing past painted lips as she finally comes to a stop near the bench. "How far along are you?" Maeve asks, eyes dipping down to her belly with a softness that always seems to come out when children are involved. It's better than the sudden spark of jealousy in her belly that she quickly stamps down. She doesn't even know this woman for gods sake. Her time will come. There's plenty of it. Maeve draws her eyes back up to her face, motioning to the bench, "Do you mind if I sit?"
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
