Re: Bookstore: Caleb R/Dietre A
Dietre was not put off by rambling, he did a fair bit of rambling himself, Caleb needn’t worry about being judged for it. “I do like the eerie look. This town looks best in October, in my opinion.” For a confessed coward, Dietre seemed to have a masochistic enjoyment of scary things. Fog, rustling leaves and skeletal trees were, to him, beautiful, and Repose had an abundance of all three this time of year.
“My mother was the one who taught me. It was just a fun thing to her, but for me it became quite serious.” He could even have been considered obsessed for a while. The piano was a sort of escape mechanism and a way to defy his father rolled into one, and for a boy who grew up without friends there wasn’t much else to do. He spent hours on end at that piano, it almost killed him when his father sold it. Luckily for him he was as bad at committing suicide as he was at murder, and both he and his father survived the ordeal.
“...I’ve just acquired a piano, actually. My roommate let me move it in last weekend.” He spoke hesitantly, cautious with how he approached an invitation. “If you like to listen… I could play for you, sometime…” His gaze darted toward Caleb, trying to gauge his reception of the offer, then shyly turned away again to the cafe register.
“Thank you.” The barest hint of a smile before he walked up to place his order. He kept it simple, hot cider with no whipped cream or caramel syrup, only a stick of cinnamon.