Heading straight from school campus to Bran’s therapy sessions to pick him up had been wearing thin on Sansa’s conscience. Typically, she wanted to rest an hour before proceeding with homework. Bran’s accident had added the extra burden upon her shoulders that of which she had not asked for. It was stupid to conclude that she herself would be given the responsibility to travel on foot to the facility where his therapy sessions were held when there were others with faster means of transportation that could pick him up and have him back home in 10 minutes whereas this all took Sansa around 45 minutes.
Her walk was set at a casual pace, conveying no rush regarding how her time was already wasted no matter how long it had taken. With her backpack hanging off one shoulder, she swung her arms with her step and appeared moderately disinterested. Nevertheless, when the facility came into her view, she sped up, intending to get over with the visit and bring Bran back home.
The office she entered was quiescent and absent of the woman that typically seated the front desk. Impatiently, Sansa approached the desk and rung the bell thrice times aggressively, emitting her irritation at her lack of service. Her gaze fell upon who she assumed to be an employee. “Excuse me.” She piped up before approaching him a few paces away. “I’m here to pick up my brother, Bran Stark. Do you think you could retrieve him from his session for me?” A kind smile her mother taught her to bestow when taking an abrupt approach on others worked it’s way onto her lips.
An hour prior to her departure, Sansa had texted Margaery to meet with her at their typical haven that was a nearby park. Such short notice might have left Margaery slightly put off considering her busied schedule, though in time, Sansa had come to known her confinements like the back of her own hand. And with that, an agreement had been settled between the two of them that vowed Margaery would show as soon as the day had permitted her to. Sansa had taken no time to set off on her short walk to the perimeters of the location, eager to meet with the woman she solely considered her best friend. Whether or not Margaery thought the same of her, Sansa couldn’t identify this. Nevertheless, she bestowed her gratitude to the woman like she had no other. It was she whom provided Sansa with all her fortunes as she had seen it. Her contentment and furthermore, her own confidence.
When she approached the park, she hopelessly scanned the scene for Margaery, already certain she wouldn’t yet be there. To pass the time, she took her seat on a bench that was less than comforting against her bottom before whipping out her phone and some headphones to hum along to some tunes while she awaited her arrival. Without much knowledge as to when she’d arrive, Sansa sank into the bench with her legs spread in front of her and cranked up the headphones to a volume that would drown out any intolerable noises before closing her eyes.
Time passed and so did her phone. The battery had been drained which awoken Sansa from a mild slumber when the music abruptly concluded where it shouldn’t have. Without the ability to check her phone, she could only assume that quite some time had passed. The setting sun had confirmed this. Almost with some disappointment, she began to tap her feet soundlessly against the ground with both hands shoved into her pockets. Had she not slept away the power on her phone, she could have texted Margaery a second time. She then contemplated heading back home momentarily to charge up at least twenty percent of her battery, though feared Margaery would make her appearance in that time.
And so, Sansa watch the sky change from blue to a saturated orange with some hint of purple as she waited.
Robb ordered himself a simple coffee and cream while he waited, he’d arrived a bit earlier than he’d planned to. Then again, he usually tried to give himself more time than he needed to get where he was going so it wasn’t an unusual happening. He scratched at his chin while waiting for his drink to come up, reminding himself to trim his beard soon. In moments he had his coffee in hand and found a table he hoped would work and took a seat.
It would be good to see Sansa again, it had been a while since they’d really gotten a chance to catch up. He felt like a terrible brother sometimes, but school kept him so busy… He was glad that they’d both found a time to sit down and fill each other in on their lives. Robb slipped the lid off his coffee and sipped it carefully, mindful of the heat. He saw a flash of red hair at the door and smiled, raising a hand to wave her over.
Sansa fondled idly with her phone as she struggled to review her premeditated plans for today, one of which consisted of meeting with Robb. Merely had she forgotten what time she was intended to meet with him. Mentally, she cursed the complexity of scrolling on a touch phone that she deemed quite unnecessary. Coming across Robb’s name listed on her schedule, she halted abruptly and read off the time in her head before checking the current status of the time she was permitted to get to Robb on time. Thirty minutes. The place was roughly a twenty minute walk in haste. Shoving her phone into her back pocket, she readjusted the purse on her shoulder and quickened her step upon the sidewalk.
The walk felt moderately longer than she was accustomed to, though it hadn’t been as though she frequented coffee from this place. She was abiding by Robb’s will to meet there. Had it been her choice, perhaps a park would have done better. Such close confinements among other nosy folks left her feeling unsettled to converse. Nonetheless, it had been her time to permit what Robb wanted, setting aside her near diva-like attitude if but only for today. Approaching her destination, she extracted her phone from her back pocket and checked the time once more. Two minutes left and she was five minutes away. How had this happened? Anxiety kicked in, hating the concept of being late before she broke out into a faster stride with her fingers grasped around the straps of her purse settled on her shoulder.
Nearly kicking the door in as she got there, she grabbed the attention of a few and heaved an agitated sigh at their acknowledgement towards her. Ignoring the fixated gazes of perhaps two other occupants, Sansa sought out Robb before coming to recognize him waving her over. A breath of relief had set aside that streak of anxiety before she neared his table and pulled out a chair across from him.
“Sorry.” She stated apologetically, partially out of breath. Checking her phone a final time, she realized she had been a minute late. “It’s not like me to be late.” She insisted while shoving the phone into her purse instead this time. Casually, she situated the purse between her legs on the floor and breathed another sigh. “Anything new that’s particularly interesting I’m not aware of?” A brief smile hinted her ease and contentment now that she was peacefully seated with her fingers laced atop the table formally.