Hester
Tight hold on that hope
Despite her hopes, no one but a server approaches her, bringing Hester a drink she had hoped would come from somewhere other than the bar directly. She had played her heart out, and it was her first time playing publicly. Didn’t these people recognize greatness in the making?
Still, with no other prospects, and her fiddle now tucked neatly away, she approached the bar, unwilling to leave quite yet. It was cold outside - when wasn’t it? - and she couldn’t bring herself to make the walk home quite yet. Hester might have come in after whatever staffing struggle they had had, but she knew enough about the bar to know the man behind it wasn’t the usual face that lingered there.
Maybe it drew her to him, maybe not, but regardless of the thoughts god through her head, she sat directly in front of him, her chin propped up in her hand and her drink sitting in front of her, a smile on her face. Somehow though, in the time between making the decision to approach, and actually doing it, the confidence left over from her show had faded, leaving her gripped in a quiet shyness.
”Thank you.” Hester offers softly, a flush colouring her cheeks, despite her best efforts to keep it away. ”For the drink, I mean. And... letting me play. Was it good, you think?” It’s an extension of her own worries, something she normally wouldn’t put on another person, but well, he was some kind of authority, wasn’t he? He’d approved her drink, he was stood behind the bleeding bar, after all. Less of a stranger than anyone on the other side of the bar, to be sure.
Still, with no other prospects, and her fiddle now tucked neatly away, she approached the bar, unwilling to leave quite yet. It was cold outside - when wasn’t it? - and she couldn’t bring herself to make the walk home quite yet. Hester might have come in after whatever staffing struggle they had had, but she knew enough about the bar to know the man behind it wasn’t the usual face that lingered there.
Maybe it drew her to him, maybe not, but regardless of the thoughts god through her head, she sat directly in front of him, her chin propped up in her hand and her drink sitting in front of her, a smile on her face. Somehow though, in the time between making the decision to approach, and actually doing it, the confidence left over from her show had faded, leaving her gripped in a quiet shyness.
”Thank you.” Hester offers softly, a flush colouring her cheeks, despite her best efforts to keep it away. ”For the drink, I mean. And... letting me play. Was it good, you think?” It’s an extension of her own worries, something she normally wouldn’t put on another person, but well, he was some kind of authority, wasn’t he? He’d approved her drink, he was stood behind the bleeding bar, after all. Less of a stranger than anyone on the other side of the bar, to be sure.
Sometimes it could seem so cold
Do what you gotta do to cope
