Molly bounced into Circean Delight. She planned on getting some painting done today. The blue that had called to her yesterday. But first she needed fuel. She looked around and spotted Lisa.
She wove her way over to Lisa’s table with a gait that was practically dancing. She paused beside Mason. She felt a chill, a cold spot. Ice on the sea. But she pushed forward without a single pause.
“Lisa. Hey there.” Molly looked at Mason. She offered him a huge grin. “Is it okay if I sit with Lisa? I don’t want to break any rules.” She looked back at Lisa, “Is it okay with you? I told the bulldog I could seek my own broken fast without hovering.”