[ Sarah sees Helena through the large diner windows and freezes in place on the sidewalk. She'd know that hair anywhere. Not to mention the dozen half-filled plates sitting on the table in front of her.
For a minute, she can't bring herself to move, warring internally with two decidedly different emotions: relief at seeing her sister here, at knowing she's not alone anymore, and annoyance—because she's already told people she only has a brother, because Helena is (to put it lightly) a handful, because she can already imagine about twenty different ways this could end up inconveniencing her.
God, she's a horrible person.
It's with that thought that she finally forces herself to enter the diner, push roughly past a couple who are exiting, and approach Helena's table. ]
the diner
For a minute, she can't bring herself to move, warring internally with two decidedly different emotions: relief at seeing her sister here, at knowing she's not alone anymore, and annoyance—because she's already told people she only has a brother, because Helena is (to put it lightly) a handful, because she can already imagine about twenty different ways this could end up inconveniencing her.
God, she's a horrible person.
It's with that thought that she finally forces herself to enter the diner, push roughly past a couple who are exiting, and approach Helena's table. ]
Helena?