Who: Michelle and Chuuya What: Random Encounter (Match-Up) When: Sunday Evening, June 4 Where: Verdant Warnings: None So far Status: Incomplete
A waitress placed Michelle's drink on the table. Michelle smiled and thanked her.
When the waitress had walked off, she reached down into the large handbag sitting on the seat of the booth next to her. She pulled out a translucent plastic bin intended for sorting small items. It was heavy enough to require two hands to lift without spilling.
She placed it on the table next to her and flipped it open. Instead of spools of thread or sewing supplies (or figures for wargaming, as she'd seen such used for) it was filled with locks. Padlocks, tubular locks, and the like. She opened a small case and selected a tension tool and a pick, picked up one of the locks at random and began working it. Practice made perfect, after all.
But picking the same lock over and over again taught you to pick that lock, but not locks in general. The assortment of locks meant she approached each one as if she'd never tried it before. Ignoring the music and crowd noise, the dim and shifting lighting, the looks of passersby who noticed what she was doing--it was all good practice. And it was a good conversation starter if she liked the looks of someone who stopped to comment....