Theea
The way the shopkeep laughs is warm, and I stop digging in my back with a perplexed sort of smile. It’s almost unbelievable how kind he is to someone he’s never met, who’s never done a thing for him. It seems Elizabeth has, apparently enough to make the baker adore her.
He vanishes behind the counter and then reappears with bundles of food in his arms, which he passes smoothly off to Elizabeth. I accept the package from her as she steps toward me, and I almost say are you sure, but the rumble in my stomach stops me as I touch the package, still warm with the delightful smelling bread inside. My interest is piqued at the mention of another session as we exit, but I make sure to turn and wave. “Thank you Pete!”
The bell above the door rings in farewell as we step back out into the street. My smile doesn’t feel forced anymore as I meet the woman’s warm eyes, gleaming under the lantern. "Do you want to find a bench and eat together? Unless you have someplace else to be?"
“Nope!” I say. “Eating together would be great.”
It doesn’t take long to find a nice bench. It overlooks the Symphony, but isn’t so close that my bread will become another sopping glob of rehydrated dough. You’d think for someone with good reflexes and decent balance, I’d be doing a better job at being a human being today. I sit and plop my backpack down beside me, just under a lantern.
”Thank you,” I say as I unwrap the bread, and I grin at Elizabeth. ”Really. I’ve been trading things, so losing the bread was more expensive than I’d have liked it to be.” I take a bite of the new sweet bread, and I curse through the mouthful as it practically melts in my mouth with how fluffy and rich it is. ”You’ve got one hell of a connection there. He said something about sessions?”
He vanishes behind the counter and then reappears with bundles of food in his arms, which he passes smoothly off to Elizabeth. I accept the package from her as she steps toward me, and I almost say are you sure, but the rumble in my stomach stops me as I touch the package, still warm with the delightful smelling bread inside. My interest is piqued at the mention of another session as we exit, but I make sure to turn and wave. “Thank you Pete!”
The bell above the door rings in farewell as we step back out into the street. My smile doesn’t feel forced anymore as I meet the woman’s warm eyes, gleaming under the lantern. "Do you want to find a bench and eat together? Unless you have someplace else to be?"
“Nope!” I say. “Eating together would be great.”
It doesn’t take long to find a nice bench. It overlooks the Symphony, but isn’t so close that my bread will become another sopping glob of rehydrated dough. You’d think for someone with good reflexes and decent balance, I’d be doing a better job at being a human being today. I sit and plop my backpack down beside me, just under a lantern.
”Thank you,” I say as I unwrap the bread, and I grin at Elizabeth. ”Really. I’ve been trading things, so losing the bread was more expensive than I’d have liked it to be.” I take a bite of the new sweet bread, and I curse through the mouthful as it practically melts in my mouth with how fluffy and rich it is. ”You’ve got one hell of a connection there. He said something about sessions?”
cause we waited years and years
just to make it worth the tears
to find out that we're not in this alone
so keep your head up high in these hours of the night
so when atlas drops the world on your shoulders, you still won't fall
