[Log: Kin and Sam at Sonrisa] Who: Kin O and Sam A What: Meetup Where: Sonrisa When: 2/3 1PM Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for language probably
Kin had planned to do this earlier in the day but mail day was like christmas, new ink, needles and even jewelry coming in that needed to be cleaned and sorted before she left. An organized person by necessity, she had grown into the pet peeve like a form fitting dress and felt an itch under her skin when she tried to leave work or current housing and it was in a mess.
So she had grabbed a quick bite from the closest diner and a bit of cash from her stash in the motel and stuffing it in the pockets of her worn in sweater before making her way to the supply store. With any luck it wasn't inflated like a lot of these small town hipster no competition stores could be, but in comparison to NY everything in the Midwest was cheaper so it should balance out. Should.
House calls weren't normally her thing, but she was in a fuck it state of mind these days so why the hell not. She left her actual shopping for after their 'meeting', walking past the shop wares with only a glance or two to note where certain things were. The door was open and so she stepped in, taking a closer look at the paintings and finding herself distracted by them when she was supposed to be looking for Sam.