Honey Skye Griffin (

Honey glanced at the bench for fresh gum or any thing else that would leave a lingering stain on the fine fabric of her frock. When it seemed clean enough she twirled gracefully, skirt spinning out with a big top spin and sat with her ankles crossed.

Then she watched watched his hands and she recited the gestures as he showed them. In the end she was proficient enough to spell it on her own. "Is sign language spelling everything?" She didn't know and although she was curious for her company, her ambitions were tinkering with the idea of taking advantage of such a skill.

That wasn't the only thing she noticed. His hands were nothing like Vinces. "You work with your hands?"

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