Violet always had to wonder whether or not it was her that made people flustered. It seemed to happen around her all the time...people not being able to follow a train of thought. However, there was always a good chance that she was just a magnet for shy people and it wasn't so much her as it was her choice of companion being of the somewhat flustery sort. Still, she listened to him as he started and then stopped without commenting on it because she really did want to hear what he was going to say. There were so many trained responses for tragedy that it was almost like spinning a wheel of fortune to see what a person would decide to say.
Almost none of the trained responses meant much of anything to her unfortunately. For her, it was a very simple thing, the person was gone...they left a giant friggin' hole in her life that would never be filled again, no matter what happened. And she would get to carry that hole with her to the next relationship. One could only guess how much of her heart she had left to give.
It was too easy to settle next to him and not talk. For once, she didn't have the burden of holding up the conversation, which for her normally was no problem. But at the moment, she was having a hard time finding the words and that sucked. Violet was personable, she loved people, she talked almost constantly, but for at least a little while, all she wanted was to be with someone and not talk.
He managed to surprise her though, weren't too many men knew the words to Sinatra songs. Not anymore anyway. Frankie was classic. "Frankie's classic, love him." It made her smile, an action that got at least a little of her old self to come to the surface.