Ray of Light;;

As the woman and her son spoke, Mia caught the eye of a client and smiled, waved. Shook her head when he silently offered her a red solo cup no doubt filled with beer. A glance down gave her excuse and he accepted, motioning for a raincheck. He was a sociable man, one who preferred business over cigars and a glass from tap, which she was fine with obliging minus the first of two. Bruce went on, answering with enthusiasm that pancakes were by far the best breakfast food in the world, craning his head up to grin at his mother.

“Nice to meet you, Diana. And you’re fine, we don’t mind at all, do we, champ?” she commented to Bruce with a ruffle of his hair, the messy locks the same as his father’s but the rest, by some grace of the goddess, hers. “I’ve always appreciated a good egg and some bacon myself.”