mm_kel (mm_kel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-02-19 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | xander, zack |
Vine Square; Afternoon; Zack and Xander
He'd worked hard that morning to meet a deadline but it had gone well and so Zack had taken off a few hours early and run home. He needed to go by the great little music shop in the Square and get his bass restrung. Naturally he'd gotten a bit enthusiastic at the last practice and broken a string and, of course, was out of them at home. He found it funny that his attire made him fit more into the musician role than the ad exec role. Worn dark blue jeans, Converse sneakers, an old AC/DC shirt and an ancient hoody.
The weather today was cool but pleasant and so Zack had left the scarf at home but his hands were still covered by fingerless gloves and he was absently fiddling with a loose thread as he walked back through the Square when something caught his eye. He slowed, grip tightening on his guitar case.
A new shop was going in, a comic store from the looks of it. They always made his stomach do a little flip flop now a days. But it was more the image in the window that made him forget to breath for a minute. A painting of River, from Firely, in a style he knew as well as he knew Seth's or Charlie's. Cautiously he approached and peered inside. The store wasn't ready yet obviously but on a far back wall he could clearly make out the huge painting of Serenity.
Quickly he walked past the window until he could press his back to the stone work next to it and suck in a few quick breaths. Not possible, had to be a mistake. Just someone who's style was similar that was all. Right? Zack chewed nervously on a nail, the chipped black polish demolished even more now, and tried to decide what to do. He could go home. Ignore it and just keep walking. But it would nag at him, drive him nuts until he knew for sure. Besides if it wasn't who he thought it was then they might be looking for some advertising...
Taking a deep breath Zack pushed away from the wall and stepped up to the door, testing it. It was open and slowly he let himself in.