"My apologies," Cass carefully enunciated. "Here's my card." The security officer who had grabbed the kid at the door looked between the two of them. Disbelief, but: Relief. No problems wanted, easy solution. He nodded as he reached for her credit card. Grateful. No aggression. She saw the eyebrows shoot up when he read the Wayne name. Surprised! She gave the little food thief a chiding smile, then looked back to the security officer. The tension was rapidly leaving. The other customers pretended they weren't looking but they were curious, sorry, sad, amused.
"One moment please." The officer handed her card to the lingering cashier who had pointed out the smuggled sandwich. The cashier beeped a few things at their work station and then walked the card back over. "Here's your receipt, ma'am," they said, clearly uncomfortable. They were smiling but their shoulders said guilty guilty I don't like this, I want it over.
Cass took the black card back and slipped it away. "Thank you." When she started walking she nudged the hungry boy to move with her. His ears were bright red. Misery. So so relieved. Hungry.
The kid kept watching her with wide eyes as they walked out the doors and onto the sidewalk. Hope. Sorry. Embarrassed. Grateful. Hungry, hungry, hungry. "...I didn't expect that to work out," he admitted. "Thank you."
Cass reached over to pat his head. "Come on," she said, and moved so the arm was around his shoulder. He spluttered a little but the tension was gradually bleeding out of his bony shoulder.
Too bony, she decided. Needed Alfie. She fished her phone out of her pocket and went to selfie mode. Then she glanced at her new son. "Photo to my grandpa," she checked.
"Uh- sure?" His voice lilted high.
Cass nodded thanks and stopped walking for a moment to grin into the camera and take a good photo. She sent the baby photo to Alfred directly. Then she followed up with; 🐣🐥! 💕
He immediately responded, "So I see. Are you coming home for lunch?"
She weighed the baby's jumpiness against the way he seemed to instinctively trust her. More time. She needed more time before she put him in a car.
Alfred would have sent a frownie face to her plan if he truly disagreed. Instead he sent, "I shall see the two of you at dinner time. Your father and youngest brother are still out of the house, but Tim will be there."
She gave her full attention to the new Wayne baby when he cleared his throat. He didn't have to look up at her much, but at least he wasn't bigger than her yet.
"I really really appreciate the help," he said, glancing backwards guiltily. "I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that. It was rude, I just panicked and-"
"No worries," Cass reassured him, and willed him to believe it. "I was hungry once. Open?"
He opened the door she steered him to on autopilot. The bell chimed above their head and a rush of hot salty air greeted them. Cooked meat, smoke, syrup.
A server looked up from the register. Bored, dutiful, busy. "I'll be with you in a moment!" She called, voice bright and fake happy.
"Wha- are you sure?" Her new son let him steer him into a booth. Cass sat down on the same side and playfully bumped him further in, until she could cuddle him against the wall.
"My baby now," she said. "Guardian." She willed him to believe it. She was 21, she could guardian him. He'd claimed her first, no take backs.
"I'm fifteen!" He spluttered. Good to know. She'd need it for Tim, for the paperwork. "I'm not a baby."
"No, not a baby," Cass agreed. "My baby." She crinkled her nose up at him playfully. "Look." She tapped the menu pointedly with her fingers.