[He's there before her, finding shade beneath an old tree while he waits for her to arrive. Henry kills time with people-watching, a sketchbook tucked beneath his arm to at least give him the illusion of a reason for him being there. He might have actually drawn something while he was waiting, too, though it's impossible to know what that may have been since it's closed for now, the only proof for which are the faint graphite smears on the tips of his right hand.
Finally, she arrives, and he straightens to go to meet her -- but it seems as though she's been distracted by people; teens and their parents, so he surmises that this must be the parents of her students, who she focuses on completely rather than what Henry believes should be the task at hand.
Well, that's fine. He won't interrupt... verbally. But he does continue walking over until he's basically in the bubble of conversation.
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Finally, she arrives, and he straightens to go to meet her -- but it seems as though she's been distracted by people; teens and their parents, so he surmises that this must be the parents of her students, who she focuses on completely rather than what Henry believes should be the task at hand.
Well, that's fine. He won't interrupt... verbally. But he does continue walking over until he's basically in the bubble of conversation.
Hi.]