Jude laughs along with her, though habitually quieter. “I know, the skyboat captains have started recognizing me and knowing me by name. And they have different shifts!” Which really just emphasizes that the day and time never matter to the two of them, happy to jump on a boat just to see one another. Glad she agrees with his idea, Jude tucks into his meal - Sohalia has objected to it enough times he could recite it by heart, but she refrains this time which makes him grin into his eggs. It would probably be beneficial if he did like sweets and carbs considering how lanky he is, but such was life.
Stomach comfortably full as they wind their way back through the streets to the jeweler’s, Jude bumps her hip with his own, grinning slightly. “I’m sure they are,” he reassures, though her excitement is mirrored in his own hurried pace. This time the worker doesn’t look so wary and disgruntled to have young customers in the store, in fact readily pulling out two boxes and uncovering them as the two approach the counter.
“Here ya go, all done. What do you think?” Jude examines his first as the plain hoops had already passed muster earlier, and is delighted when he runs his thumb over the surface of the ruby stud and finds no rough edges or loose brackets. “They turned out great,” he compliments shyly, smiling. Turning his head to Sohalia’s box to see how they look, then to her face to determine if she’s happy with them before he dares to pick up his box. He would absolutely leave his behind if the work wasn’t to her liking, willing to ask for a refund or repair.
Stomach comfortably full as they wind their way back through the streets to the jeweler’s, Jude bumps her hip with his own, grinning slightly. “I’m sure they are,” he reassures, though her excitement is mirrored in his own hurried pace. This time the worker doesn’t look so wary and disgruntled to have young customers in the store, in fact readily pulling out two boxes and uncovering them as the two approach the counter.
“Here ya go, all done. What do you think?” Jude examines his first as the plain hoops had already passed muster earlier, and is delighted when he runs his thumb over the surface of the ruby stud and finds no rough edges or loose brackets. “They turned out great,” he compliments shyly, smiling. Turning his head to Sohalia’s box to see how they look, then to her face to determine if she’s happy with them before he dares to pick up his box. He would absolutely leave his behind if the work wasn’t to her liking, willing to ask for a refund or repair.
Jude
