Old Friends (Piotr)
It'd been a day since she'd gone to Charlie's to share her sadness with the man who had been her surrogate father's best friend. Charlie was also Beauty's friend, but not in the same way as Ted had been. She was glad to have someone to share her grief with, though, and her heart was not so heavy now that she had.
However, the restlessness that had been following her since her return to the City was still wrapped wholly around her. She continued to use vacation days from her job to stay away from the bookstore, finding time to see Errol when he wasn't at work. And for herself, she wandered the City, refamiliarizing herself with the places that were here for its citizens.
She had missed the City. She had missed her friend, she had missed so much about this place -- and she couldn't pin why she was so very unhappy. Sad, yes - grieving, even, for the loss of a good friend - but she didn't know what else was under the mess in her mind.
While she walked, while she tried to figure that out, a very large frame ahead of her caught her attention. He was a familiar shape - unmistakable, really - but it took her a moment to recall his name. It had been so very long, lifetimes ago it seemed, since she'd opened her home to the man who could not fit on a bed comfortably.
"Piotr?" she called ahead toward the man a few paces away. It was him. It was! Did he still remember her? Was this the same Piotr she'd given a place to stay while he was looking for his Kitty? "Piotr!!"