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For Donna, test run
Nov. 8th, 2009 01:56 pmIt was Sunday in Boston and Diana was in Quincy market at a coffee shop. The air was sharp and cold but the Amazon didn't feel it as much as the other shoppers in the area. She wore well broken in jeans and a long sleeved red turtle neck with the hint of a black t-shirt poking up from just past her collar.
She had called Donna earlier in the day in the hopes that the other hero would meet her and they could talk. Diana wasn't sure what she was looking to talk about but something had urged her to seek contact with the other woman. She mulled it over in her mind as she watched the crowds of people.
Once or twice her eyes settled on a group of children who were playing 'super-heroes' away from the crowds of people but within sight of an elderly woman who might be one of their grandmothers.
Diana found herself amused just a little that a slightly tubby looking boy wanted to be Superman but one of his friends insisted he had to be the Flash because he ran better. It was just a rather cute thing to see, even she would admit that. She tore her gaze away and went back to looking out for Donna.
She had called Donna earlier in the day in the hopes that the other hero would meet her and they could talk. Diana wasn't sure what she was looking to talk about but something had urged her to seek contact with the other woman. She mulled it over in her mind as she watched the crowds of people.
Once or twice her eyes settled on a group of children who were playing 'super-heroes' away from the crowds of people but within sight of an elderly woman who might be one of their grandmothers.
Diana found herself amused just a little that a slightly tubby looking boy wanted to be Superman but one of his friends insisted he had to be the Flash because he ran better. It was just a rather cute thing to see, even she would admit that. She tore her gaze away and went back to looking out for Donna.
