lately i've been leaning on what she swears is a feeling
Caly can’t help the soft laugh that leaves her when Colt explains when people do and don’t want the truth, and it takes everything in her to hide the shine of her smile behind her shoulder as she snags more weeds from under the hedges and moves down the row further. “I mean, that’s a time ’n place, ain’t it?” She suggests, humming a soft sound. “That’s the kinda shit people tell their bartenders after they’ve had a couple’ve drinks. The person makin’ my coffee in the mornin’ just wanna get the job done ’n go home.” Time and place.
But she was also the bartender that often had people’s life stories given to her completely unannounced, and she gets to be the person that doesn’t sit starry eyed and shocked that she’d got an honest answer to the question that she asked.
Even still, she grows quiet, listening to the underlining advice that Colt has to offer. That happiness wasn’t a state of being so much as it was a fleeting moment, one that you sometimes didn’t recognize when it was occurring only to realize it was there long after, in the quiet highlight reel of one’s life.
So she mulls it over as she tugs the weeds from the roots, pausing to glance over only when she mentions her brother, and Caly’s smile softens a touch. “You really like him, huh?” She asks, not trying to pry but wanting to make sure that she does in the way that a protective sibling would.
“I do appreciate the advice, though. It’s… Real helpful right now for me.” She admits, burying herself in the work and dirt of removing weeds wrapped around thorny stalks of roses.
But she was also the bartender that often had people’s life stories given to her completely unannounced, and she gets to be the person that doesn’t sit starry eyed and shocked that she’d got an honest answer to the question that she asked.
Even still, she grows quiet, listening to the underlining advice that Colt has to offer. That happiness wasn’t a state of being so much as it was a fleeting moment, one that you sometimes didn’t recognize when it was occurring only to realize it was there long after, in the quiet highlight reel of one’s life.
So she mulls it over as she tugs the weeds from the roots, pausing to glance over only when she mentions her brother, and Caly’s smile softens a touch. “You really like him, huh?” She asks, not trying to pry but wanting to make sure that she does in the way that a protective sibling would.
“I do appreciate the advice, though. It’s… Real helpful right now for me.” She admits, burying herself in the work and dirt of removing weeds wrapped around thorny stalks of roses.
Calypso
but she don't believe in mistakes
