They walk in easy silence - a gift. Marcus keeps an obviously respectable distance. Vanya is comforted for both things: the silence and the space. The music hits her ear before they've turned the corner. She can't help but smile over at her companion. Bringing an anxious, troubled musician from the barren wasteland of the post-concert benefit to a charming little box of a place alive with music that awes him to where he can only appreciate it silently - it's the kind of gesture only a couple types of people would make. She can only hope he's one type over the other.
"How have I never heard of this place?" Vanya marvels, tilting her little head all the way up to look at the top of it, over the sides like maybe it's a mirage or a projection.
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Date: 2021-10-07 12:30 am (UTC)"How have I never heard of this place?" Vanya marvels, tilting her little head all the way up to look at the top of it, over the sides like maybe it's a mirage or a projection.