She was nervous. Her knee bobbed up and down, as she sat. There was no reason to be, obviously. It was ridiculous, really. Why would she be nervous? It was Booth.
Then again, it was Booth. So maybe she had all the right to be a little nervous. Well, scared.
More like terrified. Or as she liked to name it: tense. She was tense, just tense.
Her eyes shot down to her watch again. She knew time went just as fast as it did, every day, but had it really been only two minutes? Really?
She sighed. The man passing by looked at her, strangely but quickly scurried off when she glared at him. If he knew who she was waiting for he'd understand. "Oh, it's Booth. Well, then. Carry on sighing." But he didn't know, so she just ignored him and crossed her arms, once again tapping her toes.
"Come on, Brennan. It's been a year," she told herself, impatiently. "you can wait a little longer." Of course she could wait a little longer. It wasn't like she was going to die if he didn't arrive in two minutes. On the other hand, she was so nervous - tense, that her heart might stop if he took any longer. Just because she could wait longer didn't mean she actually would.
Was that him? Her heart stopped then started again. God, no. That was not Booth. He even had a beard. Booth didn't have a beard, did he? … Did he? What did Booth look like? Maybe he did have a beard and forgot to tell her. Maybe it was Booth!
She had to calm down. This was ridiculous. Two bobs of the knee, up and down. Glance at the watch. Just two minutes? TWO MINUTES.
Another sigh and then… There he was. Beardless. Booth. Beardless Booth. Booth without a beard. She didn't even feel the smile on her face, well she felt the muscles and all that, but she didn't pay any attention to it. It was Booth, after all.
"Booth," she grinned. Maybe a hug? Alright, a hug. A… a very big hug. And perhaps a small kiss. A small one. Without steamboats. … A couple of steamboats, then. He had to think she was crazy. She blamed the adrenaline.
"You don't have a beard."
He was confused.
