Re: [restaurant; ren & hannah]
"You're really good at saying the right thing. I think your date is going to go fine. What are you going to wear?" Hannah wasn't really into fashion, not in a really modern way. She liked A-line skirts and old dresses, and she liked fabric that swayed when she walked, and that wasn't the fashion of the day. She was dated, and she didn't care at all, but she thought maybe he would want to look special for his date, and she could maybe help with that.
She watched as he looked around. Looked and looked, and she just propped her chin to her hands and regarded him. He was interesting angles, darkness and light, and that was her impression of him. A lot of people were just what you saw on the surface, there, there, where the sun lit, but she didn't think that was the case with him.
"Yeah," she said, agreeing about the warehouse, agreeing about the theater being a really good thing. She didn't know acoustics or what performance space should be, and she'd never even been to see a show. Her theater was Netflix and Kodi, and she imagined the experience was entirely different when there was a stage filled with breathing people, there, close, and yet not and something entirely different than what they really were. "There are a lot of performers at the carnival, and I bet some of them would love doing other things sometimes. Do you need help? Do you need money? I don't know anything about theater, but I want to help."
She was so interested in what he was saying that she failed to notice the waitress until she was hovering close to the edge of the table, and Hannah sat back, removing chin from hands, and smiled. "He'll be ordering," she said, and she tapped him across the table, foot to knee and with a grin.