Re: Sonrisa, log: Dietre A & Cris M
Regardlessa whether or not he'd ever spoken to Dietre online, Cris had never been just a cashier, huh? To think so was to fundamentally misunderstand. Everybody in Repose knew Cris was the ex-sheriff. They knew he'd come into town chasing his pregnant junkie girlfriend. They knew the twoa them got married, that he quit the force and now ran Sonrisa while Sam took classes. These lil details always eked out in small town living, or so Cris had learned over the past two years. Even if he wanted to be, he couldn't be unknown here. Not only was he onea maybe five people who weren't white, not only did his accent give him away, but he'd been the sheriff, and in a place like this that meant a lot. Not that he'da begrudged Dietre for not knowing. It was just rare not to be spotted from miles away. Cris watched the kid struggle to answer his questions 'bout the gift, but he was patient.
"Paintin' is a good start." He said this with a tracea humor, the uptick of a smile. Cris cast a black-eyed glance around at the various oils and palettes that turned walls to rainbow display.
The guy was 'bout to round the counter, to try to get a lil bit more info, if possible, 'bout the receiver of these as-of-yet vague gifts, but, before he could, a solemn, pale hand extended 'tween him and the kid. He looked down at it, then back up. He didn't hesitate. With his palm warm and rough, he shook Dietre's hand firm but easy. "I'm who you talked to on the internet, yeah." The man smiled, gave a squeeze. "Cris MartÃn." He gave his name how he'd learned it, but most everybody just said 'Martin.' He dropped the grip to inch out from 'hind the register.
"So, how we gonna find a good gift without more specifics, gringito?" Cris was nothing if not genial. He patted Dietre on the shoulder with a paternal air and led him, if Dietre followed, down the aisle toward some pre-stretched canvases. He offered his reasoning for this over his shoulder. "Arists always need canvas." He stood, hands on his hips before the displaya all the different sizes. "But maybe you want something... I dunno, more special?"