Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle.
Based on the laughter and big smiles she notes, Kai seems like the kind of person who might say 'fun' or 'jokes' as his passion, someone who takes life easy and encourages others to do so. She doesn't expect such a heavy answer from him. Blinking her surprise, Knell looks more closely at him, wondering what she'd missed in his playful demeanor. He wears bright colors and looks more likely to start a dance battle than a fist fight. But some of the plants she'd read about use that same method to lure people into false senses of security. What was it called again? Apossum? Applematism? Opposement? She'll have to look it up again when she gets home.
For now, she adjusts her view of Kai, tilting her head when she asks, "Kicking whose ass?"
With their choice made, Knell lifts on her toes to peek through the gaping hole where the vendor sits in the shadows of the flowers. She sees an exchange of hands through the dark, a flash of warm brown eyes, the clink of coins and the tearing of paper. Only when the vendor leans out to hand Kai the bouquets does Knell see her face fully, a pretty woman with curly gray hair sporting a pink flower over her ear. She smiles at Knell, who returns the expression. "Thank you."
The discussion of dessert draws her back, smile brightening with his excitement. Maybe her passion is desserts - although his first suggestion is met with less enthusiasm. Her lips thin as if she can feel the chill against them. "Ice cream is cold." It's not painful, but the cold is an uncomfortable distraction from the sweetness. She'd much rather have something warm, her eyes hopeful when they look up at Kai. "Do you have brownies?" Preferably the gooey kind with lots of chocolate.
For now, she adjusts her view of Kai, tilting her head when she asks, "Kicking whose ass?"
With their choice made, Knell lifts on her toes to peek through the gaping hole where the vendor sits in the shadows of the flowers. She sees an exchange of hands through the dark, a flash of warm brown eyes, the clink of coins and the tearing of paper. Only when the vendor leans out to hand Kai the bouquets does Knell see her face fully, a pretty woman with curly gray hair sporting a pink flower over her ear. She smiles at Knell, who returns the expression. "Thank you."
The discussion of dessert draws her back, smile brightening with his excitement. Maybe her passion is desserts - although his first suggestion is met with less enthusiasm. Her lips thin as if she can feel the chill against them. "Ice cream is cold." It's not painful, but the cold is an uncomfortable distraction from the sweetness. She'd much rather have something warm, her eyes hopeful when they look up at Kai. "Do you have brownies?" Preferably the gooey kind with lots of chocolate.
Knell
They read it to get to the end.
