The cotton candy maker was a woman. Blonde. Attractive.
Arden didn’t move from her spot until “something” got off of her bike. The sight of the plastic bags brought an instantaneous smile to her face as she rose up from her seat. Collecting the black and purple paint cans, she walked over to her, the heels of her boots tapping lightly against the pavement.
“Sì ,” she agreed easily, her own eyes darting up towards the horizon, “The weather is finally clear.” Her voice was soft and smooth with a subtle Italian lilt to it. Stopping a few feet away from her, Arden gave the two canisters a shake to let the blonde hear that they were full. “No more of the, ah... blobs falling from the sky. It was starting to get difficult staying inside all day.” She held the spray cans out to her.
“You are ‘something’ from the Freenet, no?” She said with a small smile, “I hope this was not an inconvenience for you coming all the way out here.”