Who: Sam and Ethan Where: Some random street that happens to lead both to Sam's apartment and Oren's apartment. XD When: Saturday, July 3, 2010; sometime in the evening. What: Exercising the six degrees of separation rule. Ethan is both excited and emo. Sam gives him advice.
With the first of her paintings delivered, Sam was more than ready to go home and get ready (or as ready as she could without electricity) to walk around town with Theo. It turned out that the first delivery that she had to make was to one of her regular clients, who had a raging anti for a son. The son, of course, was picking the painting up. And he didn’t much appreciate the bird girl handing him his father’s painting. He appreciated it so little, in fact, that he was very, very hesitant to give Sam her thousand dollars. He caved, however, when she reminded him that was he to begrudge her, it would likely end up costing he and his father both far more. She wasn’t afraid to take things like this to court – as much as she didn’t want to.
With her money tucked safely into her purse and a text to the client, telling him that his son had the painting and Sam had her money, she started toward home.
It was raining a little, but Sam didn’t speed her step up. The power outage that ran rampant throughout the city had finally taken her complex down, and she had spent the better part of the afternoon roasting to death in the summer heat. She had never been more thankful for the blackout shades that she had put in place for Theo, however. They kept a majority of the heat out, and it was somewhat nice to spend the early afternoon hours painting by candlelight. Reminiscent of how all the legends did it. Now, though, the rain was like a gift from Mother Nature.
Her wings protested the moisture, but Sam didn’t really care. “Oh, get used to it,” she turned her head and spoke to the feathered appendages. Yeah, she controlled them, but sometimes she felt like they had a mind of their own.