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Her heels clicked gently against the concrete, her pace steady and slightly hasty. Her eyes kept frantically shooting down to her left wrist, sometimes her eyebrows crinkling in annoyance and worry.
She was running late.
Belle knew she had only a few more seconds to make it in time, to be able to partake in the only tradition in her day that she truly counted down the seconds to.
She finally arrived at the shop, immediately having a server escort her to the back booth, one where she could easily observe the people passing by outside, and to take inventory of the other patrons in the small restaurant. She was a regular, and the waiter stood off to the side, waiting for her usual guest.
Frantic green eyes shot once again to her golden timepiece, a frown tickling her lips. Her impatience was almost notorious, something that her Italian friend often criticized her for.
The blond mindlessly took a sip of her water, a special brand she carried in her own bottle. The food servicemen were used to these odd habits, easily becoming accustomed to the small quirks their daily patron displayed.
She huffed once again, another moment passing by. She counted the ticks of the second hand, eyes flashing between the unchanging door and the travelers outside.
A small smile crossed her features at the electronic ding of the door opening, a familiar step and laughter carrying over to her through the nearly empty dining room. Green eyes shot towards the door, greeting the newcomer with a smirk.
Apologies tumbled from the lips of the (h/c), words that the blonde immediately laughed off. Her mind was devoted to the stray hairs that were standing at odds against the delicate style, the glasses of her guest fogged from her haste. Her jacket was uneven on her shoulders, soon amended as she took her place across from her friend.
“Seriously though, Belle… I really am sorry for being late.”
“It’s 4:29, (Y/n)… Since when is one minute early late?”
The other rolled her eyes, clearly not amused. “Your watch is slow, dummy.”
A hum passed the lips of the former, no other sound of reply forthcoming. Instead, she scanned her menu quickly, hiding her genuine happiness behind the paper and lamination.
Yes, Belle was an impatient woman. The most difficult part of her day was waiting until 4:29 PM each day, knowing that (Y/n) would be there, her ideal companion for any afternoon.
I feel like this one didn't turn out as well as my others... Belgium is a great character, and I would love to write more about her... As a note, Belgium does not technically have a human name, so I went with one of the fanon first names, and also one of the more common Belgian last names.