why icarus thought he'd find his place a little higher
Caly is a direct opposite to what Nova’s thought process is regarding the little café. Having her notes and journals and a little inspiration binder that’s full of gold and prismatic rainbows designs, renditions of the logo of their little café for the name and things like it. Humming and hawing her thoughts down the stretch of New Haven in search for the perfect option – even if the walk was full of mud and a certain stickiness that would take some work to clear out.
“Outside seatin’ sounds perfect.” She agrees, having decided that she’d see what options were available when it came to the size. “Lot’s of gold an’ pastel rainbows ‘n stuff. Yellows ‘n brown for the sunflower vibes.” She murmurs, guiding her sister further down the path until she spots the courtyard that extends out. One of the inner corners harbors an empty space that seems like it could be absolutely perfect for what they’re looking for – and Caly brightens up almost immediately at the sight of it.
Large windows on the front, tucked in with a stretch by the courtyard garden that could very much be perfect for outdoor seating – and not one, but two doors for such a thing. Above it seems empty, too, and with any luck at all it could be the place they could officially call a home away from home (the Ark, obviously).
“Whatcha think about this one?” She asks, beaming a sunny smile at her sister as she takes her arm and hops over a muddy puddle, boots squishing with the movement until they reach the front of the empty shop space.
“Outside seatin’ sounds perfect.” She agrees, having decided that she’d see what options were available when it came to the size. “Lot’s of gold an’ pastel rainbows ‘n stuff. Yellows ‘n brown for the sunflower vibes.” She murmurs, guiding her sister further down the path until she spots the courtyard that extends out. One of the inner corners harbors an empty space that seems like it could be absolutely perfect for what they’re looking for – and Caly brightens up almost immediately at the sight of it.
Large windows on the front, tucked in with a stretch by the courtyard garden that could very much be perfect for outdoor seating – and not one, but two doors for such a thing. Above it seems empty, too, and with any luck at all it could be the place they could officially call a home away from home (the Ark, obviously).
“Whatcha think about this one?” She asks, beaming a sunny smile at her sister as she takes her arm and hops over a muddy puddle, boots squishing with the movement until they reach the front of the empty shop space.
Calypso
it's curious, the flame of the fire
