Sometimes I have to kill time in the city between my classes and my performance time at Keynote, so I've figured out ways to do it. Sometimes I grab coffee and a book. Sometimes I grab coffee and work on classwork. Sometimes, when my brain would rather be offline, I go to the secondhand store up the street.
Today, I pick up a pair of silver cufflinks. They're simple silver rings that will look good with my black blazer, and they aren't even expensive, so I consider it a good trip. After paying, I slip the box into the pocket of my jeans, since today I'm wearing said black blazer over a pink v-neck tee, and I don't need the cufflinks.
I check my watch as I exit the shop, and roll my eyes in exasperation when I realize just how much longer I have until showtime. The club isn't even open yet. I should have just gone home. Or hung out in Oliver's office. Now I have to kill even more time.
There's a woman staring at the window display intensely enough that it catches my attention, and I have to see what has captured her attention. It's a violin, and at first glance, I don't see anything that special about it, but now with this added context, I think I recognize the hunger in her gaze.
"That's a nice one," I say casually, tilting my head to the side as I inspect it. "You play?"
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Date: 2021-01-30 06:57 am (UTC)Today, I pick up a pair of silver cufflinks. They're simple silver rings that will look good with my black blazer, and they aren't even expensive, so I consider it a good trip. After paying, I slip the box into the pocket of my jeans, since today I'm wearing said black blazer over a pink v-neck tee, and I don't need the cufflinks.
I check my watch as I exit the shop, and roll my eyes in exasperation when I realize just how much longer I have until showtime. The club isn't even open yet. I should have just gone home. Or hung out in Oliver's office. Now I have to kill even more time.
There's a woman staring at the window display intensely enough that it catches my attention, and I have to see what has captured her attention. It's a violin, and at first glance, I don't see anything that special about it, but now with this added context, I think I recognize the hunger in her gaze.
"That's a nice one," I say casually, tilting my head to the side as I inspect it. "You play?"