Yeah, Dom was running late, because that was an integral part of who she was and why she was such a useless human being. She couldn't be counted on to be late, and anyone who knew her well enough had ceased holding it against her. Of course, the rain had been an added layer to the multiple reasons (and nonreasons) she was ever late, because she could not be bothered to check the weather before she stepped outside. And with loud music always permeating from the neighboring flat, the sound of raindrops on curtain-clad windows were lost to her.
So when she stepped out in shorts and a cute halter top, flip flops and hair straightened, it was with a roll of her eyes and a curse that she spun around and stomped back inside.
Now she approached the cafe, still having forgotten an umbrella and pulled her jacket over her head, the bottom of her jeans getting soaked as she slid into the entrance. She would have fallen, too, her sneakers so worn that they were useless when wet, but she managed to grab hold of the host up front and stop herself from falling.
Patting the man on his shoulder for his help, she pulled her jacket off and flapped it, droplets of water flinging everywhere, wringing out her high ponytail as her eyes glanced around til- aha!
"Maura!" she called, waving, oblivious to the fact that no one had raised their voice in the coffee shop all morning. The two had run into each other and done the usual routine of 'oh, we muuust get coffee' but Dom had actually followed through this time, despite he usual noncommittal nature. Lately, she had actually gotten really good at the whole following-through thing. It was a neat trick Declan had taught her.
She told the host her order, a peppermint tea and a strawberry scone, even thought that wasn't his job, and she squelched her way over to the former Hufflepuff, flopping into the seat across from her. "Where did this rain come from? Man," she shook her head, peeling off her coat to hang it around her chair.