Audrey "Aud" Carpenter (shyviolet) wrote in repose, @ 2019-12-09 08:53:00 |
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The music that was playing faintly in the background reminded Audrey of TV. You know the shows; the perky eatery, brightly colored and teens all over the place while the Indie tunes blasted in the background. It was a place where everyone hung out in a small town with nothing to do but eat greasy-good food and deal with the latest drama enveloping the town. Murder? Missing person? Jenna was pregnant, but was it by Jimmy her long time boyfriend or that sudden, passionate hook up she had with Chris, the bad boy whose heart of gold shone in his eyes, eyes that belonged to a near 30 year old rather than a teenager. Yes, those shows that her sister would force her through even though she'd rather be reading a book, imagining far better scenarios--and people--in her head. Maybe Audrey was a little elitist, and maybe in the end she had just been a teenage girl because she'd still watch them, because at least then sitting with her sister who never had time otherwise--she felt a little like what she imagined being wanted felt like. This place was a bit better than shows, though. It wasn't obnoxiously colored, the scent of melting cheese and thick, spiced tomato sauce filled her lungs and teased her stomach. There weren't teenagers lounging everywhere. No. It was just her and the two slices of thick crust pizza topped with chicken and glistening banana peppers beckoning for her to pick them up and devour their ooeygooey goodness. Just Audrey, her satchel at her side and the pizza... and the woman sitting across from her. Hannah had long hair that looked like freshly ground cocoa that God, or whoever had created her, had spun into fine strands. The long spindly fingers she possessed is what caught Audrey's attention the most. She could picture those fingers turning pages gently, cupping a mug in winter to warm them and let the steam snake through her lungs, fingers that stroked tears away--and often times it was probably her own. She had those eyes. The deep kind. The doe kind. She didn't know what doe eyes were until she saw Hannah and Hannah looked every bit like a tragic heroine from Gothic lit, but at the same time she was the exact opposite, because despite this faint aura of melancholy that painted every cell of her being--there was a a hope that was as warm as honeyed tea trickling down the back of Audrey's throat. And that? That made Audrey like her instantly. Kindness. "I'm... I am sorry it's not coffee," Audrey glanced to her own cherry cola that went untouched, the ice clinking about threatening to further water down her perspiring libation. She wouldn't touch it until Hannah got her food and drink. "I don't know when the windows would be fixed." She rushed out. "I don't want to ask too many times either because that would be pestering, and I hate pestering. Though, they apparently have a hazelnut praline coffee that is the best, but I think I remember you said chocolate and toffee nut was your favorite--" She stopped herself when she realized she couldn't breathe, a bright blush settled over her cheeks. "...anyway, it's good you weren't here for any of it...it...it was..." Frightening? Unreal? The personification of anxiety and fear busting through the seams of the little town in the form of busted windows and shattered glass? "Intense." She settled on one, simple word. |