|Roxanna Fielding (bang_a_drum) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-02-02 22:41:00
|Current music:||The Felice Brothers - Penn Station|
|Entry tags:||jared price, roxanna fielding|
Who: Roxanna Fielding & Jared Price
What: Conversations and sugary things
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The bakery where Jared works
Warnings: Language? Probably not much more than that
Roxanna didn't get a lot of free time between classes and practicing, so when she had a few free hours to herself, she tended to savor them. She'd lived in the city for a year, but there hadn't been a lot of time for exploring, she'd usually been too busy with school. But she was making it a point to try and learn her way around, so she bundled up and headed out, exploring the blocks around her dorm.
The wind was cold and seemed to slice through her layers of clothes, and her nose was an icicle after about an hour. She'd been about to turn around and head back, but the scent of cinnamon, vanilla, and spices wafted towards her from a shop, and her mouth started to water a bit. She headed for the door, pushing it open and shaking her hair away from her face. The pastry cases caught her eye immediately, and her growling stomach reminded her she hadn't eaten lunch yet. She looked over the wares on display, fingers tapping out a rhythm only she could hear.