WHO: Raven and Adam WHAT: Shopping WHERE: The Savior Marketplace WHEN: Early Afternoon, RATING: TBD
She never thought she would miss the mall. Or the smell of cinnamon so much. Funny how those little things could be so easily taken for granted.
The marketplace was slow that morning, thankfully. Either everyone was still sleeping in or just finishing getting ready for their day. Raven enjoyed a good snooze or two but she liked it better being up before most. Early bird gets the worm, as her old friend would say. She was sure Charles' voice would never be completely gone from her mind, or she at least hoped. Dark would be the day that she could no longer hear that haughty know-it-all tone thumping inside her skull.
Most ignored her, as she preferred, as she weaved her way through the little groups of people that were up and walking about. Being Negan's wife had its perks. It was rare that anyone spoke to her at all, unless necessary. She supposed it was nice, though she missed the friendliness of a crowd. At least they were all smart enough to not prattle into whispers and start gossip when she was around.
It wasn't like there was much to talk about anyhow, though in these times, even a little something could get the squeaky wheels going. People always did love to talk.
She stopped in front of one table, eyeing a pair of old reading glasses. Not for her or anyone she currently knew but they reminded her of someone she'd lost and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to touch them.