Nesryn + Brian
Her hand would come from beneath her chin, a finger pressing upon her lips as she considered the challenge ahead of her. Down the line of wood were many markings; some symbols she had never seen yet knew held a meaning or two in the right context, an etching from what looked to be a knife (from the way the edges were hard and not curved when it turned) bore resemblance to something her brain was trying to remember. At that, her brow furrowed but she would come back to digesting that morsel later on.
Accepting her drink, Nesryn took a sip. The cocktail was refreshing, to say the least. No wonder it was considered a summer beverage, up there with the Mojito and the Hurricane.
As she sipped from the drink, her eyes wandered. Then she saw it. The glass went down gently, forgotten, and her mouth dropped. “Brian Campo,” she stated, grinning. Her fingers went to the carving and traced at the outline of the music symbol, the treble clef, and then the start of his name. Her eyes lifted and she smiled at him. “It’s beautiful.”