Sweet and Sour, but mostly Sour

California? California.

[an] What do you think about the picture ?? (It's my favorite movie so be nice!)

I sit staring intently at the glass half full of iced tea. Water droplets litter the cups' edges and had begun falling onto the table creating a small puddle surrounding it due to how long it had been untouched.

The air conditioner was on blast yet the sweltering heat somehow ran through the air. The weather was a high of hell to be exact. I don't even know how anyone stand being under the scorching rays of the sun burning even where the sun didn't hit, defeating the purpose of standing under the shade of a large tree to relax from the harsh heat.

The sound of a bell disrupts the trance I was in. My eyes trail upward from the cup on the table to the door as I study who walked in.

An elderly woman who carries a cane in her hand slowly steps in. Her handkerchief makes her way to her forehead and wipes the sweat off her frail face. Once a young waiter spots her, the girl behind the counter pops out of her seat and shoots for the door to help her. She makes her way round my table and onto the vacant one behind. She directs a smile to me as she passes me and I return a small one back.

Another ring of the bell makes my eyes skid back to the door as I watch a familiar woman walk through. Mom. With a man who walks hand in hand with her who looks to be about the age of my mother. He lets go of her hand and starts pacing behind her taking a call on his cellphone, looking ever so handsome for his age like he'd been somehow warped out of a tv and placed here.

He wears a full-on-suit with colors that match with my mothers business attire. The man seems like one of my mothers conquests. One of her many conquests, if I don't recall, she was with a blond actor just last month as of seeing a picture of them on a magazine cover.

You know the usual. I think, mentally pushing hair off my shoulder like an annoying brat girl would. Ha sike! Not the usual whatsoever, I promise. So seeing him completely eying my mum's behind not even concerned by the fact that he was in public and to add to that, he doesn't even try to at least hide the fact that his eyes were roaming dangerous woman parts. This made me dislike him immediately.

He stays at the door while she scans the small room and stops when she meets mine. She quickly lets go of his hand and struts her way through the small room with elegance, her heels making an annoying 'Click, Clack' sound. Not to mention the poor waiter who introduced herself earlier as Hannah, was now rushing clumsily behind my mother. I think of how ridiculous this must look from the point of view from person staring through the window making an inevitable giggle escape my lips.

"Hi baby! I missed you so much my little princess." She says smiling when she reaches the small table and she pulls a hand out to squeeze my cheeks before air kissing both my cheeks not wanting to ruin her bright red lipstick or her caked face. My body is rigid, completely dumbfounded that she's in a good mood.

"Hi mum, missed you too." I manage to let out, still bewildered. She's in a good mood? Not on her lady stuff all month no more? Not all year no more?

She grabs the seat across and sits begginging to order for the man as the girl fumbles with her pen jotting down notes. The man in the suit with glowing blue eyes still stands by the door furiously giving orders through the phone.

I pick up to "...you better get your thumb off your ass and get up to date Aiden... stop fucking around with those girls..."

Okay... I turn my focus back to my mother feeling guilty I've just eavesdropped.

"Water with lemon?" The hostess squeaks. I'm guessing not many people around town come here to order something as unusual as water with lemon.

"Yes, water with lemon.. And something with not much calories?" She questions the flustered girl, not wanting to gain even more pounds after her liposuction. I feel bad for her. I glance down to the watch on my left wrist while my mom tries to come to even grounds with the waiter.