Post by Miranda Ducharme on Jun 4, 2011 18:05:59 GMT -6
It was just after nine in the morning, and the nice quiet cafe was just where Miranda wanted to be. She'd worked a busy third shift, and the thought of curling up in bed sounded like an invite from Heaven right about now. However, when she walked in the door and was nearly knocked over by an already wide-awake five year old, other priorities fell into place. Once the sitter left, Miranda began to scramble up a breakfast at home...But there wasn't any pancake mix. Or eggs. Or even a box of cereal that hadn't gone stale yet. On the way to the cafe, she wondered what they'd eaten for breakfast lately. It wasn't until they were in a parking spot did she realize she was still in uniform. Quickly, she unbuttoned and then shrugged off her uniform top. Adjusting the dark tanktop underneath, Miranda glanced towards the cafe. After a few seconds she removed the gun from her belt and put it in the glove box, leaving the rest of her belt as it was.
Almost as soon as they sat down, the little girl bounced in her seat. "I want hot chocolate," She stated with a big grin. Looking across the table at her, Miranda offered a small smile. Their pale complexions and facial shapes were duplicates of each other; but while Miranda had short dark brown hair and stormy-gray eyes, Juliet had Caribbean-blue eyes and long deep-red hair. Thankfully, she'd yet to ask why the two looked so different.
"Careful, it's hot," Miranda reached out once the hot chocolate was delivered. While she moved the mug of hot chocolate further away from the edge of the table, Juliet focused her attention on coloring a napkin a variety of colors. She already knew what she wanted: Chicken fingers and french fries. Miranda, however, stared at the menu, looking for anything to grab her attention. Maybe she'd just pick at Juliet's fries and save some money...but then she'd never hear the end of it when all the fries were gone.
"Did you catch any bad guys?" Juliet asked without looking up, sitting on her knees and huddling herself over the table and her drawing as she kept going. It was the same question every time Miranda came home, and yet it never got old. Glancing up at her daughter, Miranda suddenly furrowed her eyebrows. Juliet was still in a pair of long pants and a t-shirt, both a pale pink with little silver crowns. Across the front of the shirt it read 'Princess.' Had she really forgotten to change her out of pajamas? Damn, she needed sleep, she was never this forgetful. The child didn't mind, or so her lack of attention to her pajamas said so.
"Nope, everyone was good last night," Miranda lied with a smile. It probably wasn't the time or place to explain that mommy dearest had gotten involved in a high-speed chase that had lead to a pursuit on foot. When her stomach growled, Miranda wrinkled her nose.
"Sweetie, help me pick something out," She said, pushing a few strands out of her face that fell out of her short and stubby pony tail. Shoving aside her crayons and napkins, Juliet took a look at her own menu.
"Get a.....Muffin!" She nodded, satisfied with her choice. Glancing down at the menu, Miranda furrowed her brows again.
"Where are they? I don't see-"
"Right there!" Juliet jumped up excitedly, nearly lunging across the table to point at her mom's menu. She missed her hot chocolate, however her lunge caused her to knock into the mug of hot coffee Miranda had ordered. The liquid spilled, pouring over the table edge like a waterfall and spilling into Miranda's lap.
"Shit!" Miranda squealed and jumped up, sliding out from the booth in one fluid motion. Juliet sat back in her spot, her hands over her mouth.
"Swear jar!" Her little voice was muffled, and yet her words were still clear. Grabbing some napkins, Miranda ignored the burning on the front of her pants and focused on cleaning up the table.
"God d--" She mumbled under her breath at the burning, though stopped and looked at Juliet. "Bless America," She finished between clenched teeth, offering a smile towards her daughter to show everything would be okay. Just very, very uncomfortable for someone with coffee-soaked pants.
Almost as soon as they sat down, the little girl bounced in her seat. "I want hot chocolate," She stated with a big grin. Looking across the table at her, Miranda offered a small smile. Their pale complexions and facial shapes were duplicates of each other; but while Miranda had short dark brown hair and stormy-gray eyes, Juliet had Caribbean-blue eyes and long deep-red hair. Thankfully, she'd yet to ask why the two looked so different.
"Careful, it's hot," Miranda reached out once the hot chocolate was delivered. While she moved the mug of hot chocolate further away from the edge of the table, Juliet focused her attention on coloring a napkin a variety of colors. She already knew what she wanted: Chicken fingers and french fries. Miranda, however, stared at the menu, looking for anything to grab her attention. Maybe she'd just pick at Juliet's fries and save some money...but then she'd never hear the end of it when all the fries were gone.
"Did you catch any bad guys?" Juliet asked without looking up, sitting on her knees and huddling herself over the table and her drawing as she kept going. It was the same question every time Miranda came home, and yet it never got old. Glancing up at her daughter, Miranda suddenly furrowed her eyebrows. Juliet was still in a pair of long pants and a t-shirt, both a pale pink with little silver crowns. Across the front of the shirt it read 'Princess.' Had she really forgotten to change her out of pajamas? Damn, she needed sleep, she was never this forgetful. The child didn't mind, or so her lack of attention to her pajamas said so.
"Nope, everyone was good last night," Miranda lied with a smile. It probably wasn't the time or place to explain that mommy dearest had gotten involved in a high-speed chase that had lead to a pursuit on foot. When her stomach growled, Miranda wrinkled her nose.
"Sweetie, help me pick something out," She said, pushing a few strands out of her face that fell out of her short and stubby pony tail. Shoving aside her crayons and napkins, Juliet took a look at her own menu.
"Get a.....Muffin!" She nodded, satisfied with her choice. Glancing down at the menu, Miranda furrowed her brows again.
"Where are they? I don't see-"
"Right there!" Juliet jumped up excitedly, nearly lunging across the table to point at her mom's menu. She missed her hot chocolate, however her lunge caused her to knock into the mug of hot coffee Miranda had ordered. The liquid spilled, pouring over the table edge like a waterfall and spilling into Miranda's lap.
"Shit!" Miranda squealed and jumped up, sliding out from the booth in one fluid motion. Juliet sat back in her spot, her hands over her mouth.
"Swear jar!" Her little voice was muffled, and yet her words were still clear. Grabbing some napkins, Miranda ignored the burning on the front of her pants and focused on cleaning up the table.
"God d--" She mumbled under her breath at the burning, though stopped and looked at Juliet. "Bless America," She finished between clenched teeth, offering a smile towards her daughter to show everything would be okay. Just very, very uncomfortable for someone with coffee-soaked pants.