Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
Well this...this was just late Christmas was what. This was making up for sleepy towns in the middle of nowhere, without a soul in sight save those strolling in a park later on. This was debts of the last year come due and bein' paid back in kind. Sadie hadn't ever looked at the way she was in the world as something that it owed her for, not so much as a penny. This here though, what was happening? She'd call it payment a million times over and use it as all the reason she'd ever need to just keep on keeping on, same as she had.
Here was a player, like she was even, real good and nice, and he was sayin' he'd be thrilled -- thrilled -- to share a stage with her. How she looked just then, it was a bit like someone had open a door somewhere and shown the girl a room full of kittens. She'd only smile brightly, keeping it well contained so she thought, but this was the kind of happenstance one read about in books. It wasn't a real thing, not until just then, when he was going on about playing for the good of those listening and nothing more. It was then she just kind of let loose a sigh, all contented like, for the first time in who knew how long.
"Yes sir, same thing, please and thank you." Easy as a summer wind now came the words. "I'll do me best to think of a good story while you're gone even." Which, what a thing that was to offer nowadays. It'd been ages since anyone had asked about her or even seemed the tiniest bit interested about a story she might have. There'd been a few times it'd happened, sure enough, but it was another piece of today that was making it real hard to ignore the facts.
Something about this place she'd found here and now, it wasn't like the other places she'd been before. Sleepy and quiet she'd seen, but this place? It..even if it was just the one person, the way he carried on about dancin' and playin' and the like? And offering her a place on that stage? She'd had to have been a durn fool not to take it. In more ways'n one, really. 'Cause if this place was gonna offer Sadie, a girl who sometimes hardly thought herself worth the coins in her pockets? Well, there were adages about gift horses and why it was rude to look them in the mouth.
She wasn't rude any more than she was stupid and Repose, well if the place just didn't sound like it could be a place she'd settle awhile, try out sitting down in one place, and try making friends, again, then she didn't know what did. Besides, life on the road was more exhausting than she cared to admit, even in the private moments.
For now though, rather than go running off ahead as she knew she was prone to doing, she just took a breath and tried to think of a good story. She tried to think of a moment from her past that would be fun to share with someone, something that might make them both laugh. Latching onto one, she chuckled softly down at the table while she waited for him to return and, when he did, there she was just a'waitin' for him.
"So then." She waited until he'd sat. "Which one's goin' first?"