Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
The bright and bouncy smile at his Christmas might just have bought the holiday some extra time on the calendar. Agreeing with his sentiment, unfortunate as it was that the musical season had passed, she chimed. "Smart man, this one." With a tip of her instrument and its bow in his direction.
His request though gave her something to think on and teeth would briefly sink into her lower lip while she did so. So he liked the kind of stuff she knew she could play at least. If it was good in Church or there was a chance you heard the Reel spun out at a backyard gathering in the middle of nowhere, odds were Sadie knew it. She'd even throw in a few licks from classics like Turkey in the Straw and the not-too-dissimilar Cotton Eyed Joe, because they were songs just about everyone could recognize. It didn't hurt that they'd get a few chuckles either, at least sometimes anyway.
It also didn't hurt that it'd whatever crowd around she could, taking another full minute to follow his introduction of sorts with one of her own that would then get passed on to anyone who wanted to stick a hand out. She was nothing if not polite. It didn't hurt either that, at the end of the day, she also accepted that the generosity of these people was how she came by every hot meal and shower in her immediate life. To say that she was grateful would have been an understatement.
"I'm Sadie." She was trying to be better at not forgetting her manners these days. She made sure she enunciated nice and clear for the man who seemed to know all the musicians. Obviously, if she was going to stick around here (and with $20 bills showing up in her case the argument was all but won that she would), he seemed like someone she needed to get to know.
"Appreciate the kind welcome Mister A-coffee's-gonna-cost-you-a-song." Another bright, dimple ridden, smile, before she quickly added. "If you'd like anyway." Those caveats to her speech patterns weren't things she could let slip, part of the elaborate rules she had for herself, but things not to fret over now. Instead she gave a dainty spring off her toes then, seeming to settle on the pieces of music she'd play and set about doing her very best to fulfill his request.
She seemed to settle on a short series of pairings. TheSongs weren't traditionally paired together, but she hardly felt that the first was a fair compensation for what he'd offered. The second wasn't so accidentally chosen either, as it left plenty of room for duets that she would actually encourage with waves and arguably superfluous flourishes.
Whether or not she was joined, there would be a decided click-clack of washers on sidewalk to punctuate the end of the pieces before equally-as-blue-eyes lifted to see what he'd thought, and if that offer of coffee was still on the table because something warm in her stomach sounded great about now.
"Could use the sit frankly." She made sure not to lose him at the end. "Got to wash my hands and warm them up anyway. They're not gonna be any good at all if I just keep standing around out here." She was already bending to remove the elastics from around her sneakers. "Besides, pretty sure some nice fella's done covered whatever wages I'd might miss."
Another pause, a glance up in case he'd somehow missed she was talking about him. "All that aside, if you're the man who knows all those playing, then the cup'a'coffee's gonna be on me."