The melting snow and the small flourishing buds suggested that winter was on its final days, however it wasn't leaving without a fight. The bitter winds slapped Conner Kent across the face as he stood outside the busy streets of a small coffee shop. If he was cold, the stoic expression on his face was evidence that he was unfazed by it.

He pressed his thin lips into a straight line as he glanced at his watch.

It's 9:30. He thought to himself. Thirty minutes should be enough time to mentally prepared himself with his meeting with his mother.

Except it really wasn't.

Diana Prince Themyscira… in a few words was a hardass. Experiencing an unplanned pregnancy along with being owner of Themyscira Industries compelled her to be independent, strong-willed and fierce.

He knew that caring was somewhere in there too.

Conner felt his face twitch as he walked inside Where We Meet coffee shop. He still couldn't get over its quirky atmosphere, but it was conveniently across the street from his new apartment. The walls were coated with different shades of pastel colors with various bizarre portraits that reminded him of works from Pablo Picasso. Vintage chaises covered the center of the shop with a black chandelier hanging over them. The rest of the store was occupied with circular round tables with purposely-mismatched chairs.

He first discovered Where We Meet a couple of weeks after he had just moved to Happy Harbor. Intrigued by it's witty name, he figured he'd give it a try. Although when entering the shop he took a quick glance and immediately headed straight for the door. The hostess witnessed his reaction and immediately tried to convince him to stay, quoting that they had the best pastries in the world.

Best pastries? Not so much. Best view? Pretty damn close.

He was seated into one of the circular tables, instantly cursing on the proximity of one another, until he witnessed an attractive redhead sitting on the tables close to him, silently reading her book.

After giving his order to his waitress, his azure eyes couldn't help but wander over towards the redhead. She must have felt his eyes on her because in that exact moment she peeked up from her book and her gaze fell over in his direction.

Conner felt his breath hitch, as his mouth began to feel as dry as a cotton ball.

He had no other word to describe by what he saw except beautiful. She had a heart-shaped face, with a small button nose and flushed cheeks that were covered with small freckles, in which he personally found endearing.

But it was her large almond-shaped eyes that captivated him.

They held a certain exotic sparkle that enticed him wholly. Alluring and sensual, yet they possessed a trace of innocence in them that lured him. They were a lovely shade of hazel, elegantly graced with gold and emerald flecks in them.

Conner felt his face heat up and quickly turned away, fixing his attention outside the window. He felt a rush of gratitude when the waitress arrived with his coffee and apple pie, moments later.

"Let me know if you need anything else, handsome," she winked and walked off.

Conner brushed off the comment and muttered a thanks as he began to dig in into his apple pie. His expression soured when he noticed the redhead standing up getting ready to leave. She offered him a small smile and was surprised as he found himself getting nervous.

He was even more surprised when he felt himself sulk as he watched her walk out the door.

Begrudgingly he took a bite out his apple pie, coming to the conclusion that she probably thought that he was some sort of creep.

A few days later, he found himself debating if he should go back to the eerie coffee shop. After much reasoning he decided to go back, convincing himself he was doing it for the apple pie, and not some ulterior motive.

After being seated, he was pleasantly shock to see that the same girl he was admiring a few days ago was sitting almost right next to him.

She was too engrossed in her book to notice him, and the chances of her remembering him were slim. Conner's face slid into a frown as he felt himself getting flustered. It's not as he'd never seen an attractive girl before, but for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off her. He felt like a stalker, but he told himself that if he ever saw her again, he would go talk to her.

Except he didn't. In fact, when he finally found the courage to walk over to talk to her, he awkwardly stood over at her table and within seconds headed straight for the door before she had the chance to react to his confrontation.

After that gruesome encounter, he vowed to never to step foot into that damn coffee shop.

But somehow he couldn't stay away, and now he was meeting his mother at an eccentric coffee shop, where he had been not purposely, and accidently stalking this mystery girl.

That wasn't weird at all.

Conner emitted a small sigh as he rested his chin up against his left palm and began to drum his fingers with his right. His stormy orbs followed his gaze out the window, allowing his mind to get lost in thought. It had been a few weeks since he had last spoken to his mother, but that was just the norm for them. He was too busy dealing with school and his ex-girlfriend and she was too preoccupied with running her company.

However, he had failed to mention his plans of moving to Happy Harbor, and he had a nagging feeling that she was none to please with him at the moment.

Conner pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned at the suddenly realization of what was in store for him. His relationship with his mother wasn't the best, but he couldn't argue that it was the worse. She's overbearing and controlling and he's too stubborn and rebellious. He was in no mood to deal with her scolding or lectures. Still, he had to admit that his relationship with his mother was a hell of a lot better than his relationship with his father.

Resentment began to bubble inside his chest as his thoughts lingered over towards his father, but were interrupted by a voice from behind.

"Let me guess, black coffee and apple pie?" she asked sweetly. It had been the same waitress that had seen him during his every visit. He took the time to look over her nametag and saw that it read Wendy.

"Uh, actually make that two apple pies, black coffee, and chamomile tea."

"A date today?"

"Does it count if it's my mother?" he inquired wryly.

Wendy gave out a low chuckled. "I'll be right back."

Conner scanned the shop and didn't know whether to feel disappointed or relieved that he didn't see the familiar redhead.

"You know when you said lets meet at Where We Meet, I never imagined a cute whimsical coffee shop. I just figured you were being a smartass. Thank the Gods they didn't make my son a complete killjoy."

Conner turned around as his face cracked into a genuine smile as he stood up from his seat and greeted his mother a bone-crushing hug.

Diana Prince Themyscira was the definition of elegance. She stood close to 6 feet tall, making her a couple of inches shorter than her son's height. She was a classic beauty with a heart-shaped face, small pointy nose and fully pouty lips. Her dark ebony hair fell graciously passed her shoulders, and her orbs possessed the same stunning shade of azure that she passed down to her son.

"I blame your DNA. Lord knows it wasn't from dad," Conner retorted, dryly.

"He tries."

Conner responded by rolling his eyes. They both sat down just in time to receive their drinks and apple pie.

"Chamomile tea and apple pie? Are you trying to butter me up Conner?" she smiled fondly at him, thanking Wendy before taking a sip of tea. "How's Happy Harbor treating you? Which by the way, thank you for the warning."

He shrugged taking a sip of his own drink. "It was sudden. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd somehow would convince me to stay," he answered truthfully, as he began to take a bite out of his apple pie.

Diana threw him a doubtful look. "Conner you're the most stubborn person that I know. I doubt that even I could make you stay," she told him.

"You have more power over me than what you give yourself credit for."

Diana released an unladylike snort. "If that was the case, I would have had you running my company ages ago," she pointed out, not hiding her resentment.

Conner gave her a toothy grinned. "Okay, I guess not that much then."

"Did they even allow you to sign up for classes since you left without notice?" Diana inquired all businesslike. Conner tried to suppress a groan. She didn't seem physically upset with him...yet, but could still here a touch a bitterness in her tone.

"Only a couple. Since I have all this free time now, I thought about getting a job," he suggested carefully, before she could bring up-

"Themyscira Industries has an-"

"Mom, no."

Diana wrinkled her nose disapprovingly. "It's just a thought," she suggested, but moments later, her tone became serious. "Look Conner, you know why I'm here. You left so suddenly without a call, or warning. I just want to make sure that you're okay."

Conner crossed his arms over his chest. "Relax mom, you don't have to fret. I'm a big boy now."

The look on Diana's face had told Conner that she was not convinced.

She placed her hand over his. "Conner, I know that you can take care of yourself. I just want to know why you were so eager to leave, and I'm not the only one. Your father called me, and he's concerned-"

Conner felt his left cheek twitch as he clenched his jaw. "He called you?" He pondered in disbelief, feeling his chest boil with anger. "But of course, Whenever I try to call, he never gives me the time of day!"

"Conner Prince Kent! Do not raise your voice at me!"

He muttered an apology.

"So what? I have to leave Metropolis in order for him to take an interest in me?" he questioned bitterly, running a hand through his unruly hair.

Diana gave her son a melancholy smile. "Is that why you left?"

"No," he gritted through his teeth, his stormy orbs narrowing.

"Was it because of Cassie?"

Conner snorted. "No."

Diana inhaled a deep breath as she calmly placed both hands on the table, waiting for her son's response.

Conner clenched his jaw tightly, fixing his gaze down at his dark drink. "I needed some space." he confessed acidly. "And maybe it did have to do with dad or Cassie, but I wanted to start with a clean slate. Somewhere, where I'm not expected to take over company. Somewhere where no one knows me as Conner Prince Kent."

She listens and gives him a sad smile. "You can't escape from who you are Conner," she answered, leaning back on her chair, placing her hands on her lap. "But I understand…about escaping. That's how I met your father," she winked, then said when he didn't look impressed with her response. "You should still try to give your father a call."

"Give me a reason why I should?"

"Conner…"

"No! I'm tired of him coming in and out of my life when he feels like it, or when it's convenient for him. I'm done!" He retorted angrily, slamming his hand on the table.

Diana's eyes contorted into dangerous slits that would make any man coward over. "Conner," she warned, her lips warping into a frown.

"Sorry," he mumbled, sounding like a little boy who just got in trouble for stealing an extra cookie from the cookie jar.

"You know he has a busy job," she tried to reason with him.

"Don't make excuses for him."

"Don't make excuses to hate him."

Conner glared at his mother with resentment, in which she responded by glaring right back, almost if she was challenging him.

"Can we talk about something else?"

Diana furrowed her eyebrows as her lips formed into a thin line, giving her son a long, hard stare. Disappointment and anger flashed through her orbs, but her demeanor remained hauntingly calm.

He hated that she had the power of making him feel like a complete asshole with one single stare.

"Fine," she finally said, as she took a sip of her tea. "So when are you coming back?"

Conner avoided her gaze as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Wasn't planning to."

Diana raised a brow. "You have to one day," she responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Being stuffed into a monkey suit doesn't sound too inviting to me," he sneered, finishing the remainder of his pie.

"Don't be ridiculous, obviously you can wear whatever you want."

"Dealing with other idiots in monkey suits doesn't sound too-" but he stopped in mid-sentence as he saw a flash of red walk past him.

She was here.

Diana curiously followed her gazed over towards Conner's distraction. Her lips puckered into a playful smirk. "You were saying?" she questioned amusingly.

"Er-"

"Can't really blame you, she's gorgeous. Lovely body."

Conner threw her a dirty scowl. "I was saying that your best bet is that one day, if you're lucky, you can sway my kids to run your company before I ever will," he retorted stubbornly.

Diana placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on the palm of her hands. "Oh really?" she inquired mischievously. "Alright then."

"Wait! What are you doing!

"Securing my company."

Diana stood up from the table, and to his horror, walked over towards the girl he had been admiring for so long now.

Conner released a string of curse words as he furiously ran a hand through his messy hair. He was half-tempted to tackle his mother to the ground but decided it still wouldn't save him from further embarrassment, so he had no choice but watch his mother walk over to his crush.

Moments later, his mother returned with a triumphant grin on her face.

"I think you can take it from here," she responded with a grin, giving him a hug in the process, in which he refused to return. "I'll call you later."

"Whatever," he retorted angrily, feeling blood roaring in his ears from humiliation

"Damn her," he muttered irately, pulling out his phone.

I hate you. He furiously texted her.

Her response was just as quick. I did you a favor.

You did yourself a favor.

If you're not going to run my company, then go make me some grandkids that will.

I'll definitely make sure they don't.

Conner released a small sigh as he put his phone away. He took a glimpse over at the redhead and wondered what on Earth his mother could have told her. She met his gaze and gave him a shy smile as she tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

He found himself smiling back and notice her hazel orbs grow large as he stood up and approached her.

"Err, sorry about my mom. She can be a bit much at times," he answered, subconsciously scratching the back of his head.

She flashed him a more confident smile, showing off her pearly whites. "Oh it's quite alright. You're the guy from before…right?" she questioned, setting her book down.

He smiled, pleased that she remembered him. "Yes, I'm Conner. Conner Kent," he offered his hand in which she accepted.

"Nice to meet you Conner, I'm Megan Morse."