Jigano obviously had stories under his belt, tales of a world far away. They didn't sound happy, particularly, but Sam was interested anyway. Each new word was a delicious hint of something unknown. He was so entranced by the story he nearly forgot to sympathetically nod and hum at the loss of Jigano's potential love.
"She was...wrong. To dismiss you on th-that. You are handsome and smart and kind." These words came easily from Sam because he truly believed them, but he was still a little embarrassed to put them to voice, so he didn't quite look Jigano in the eye as he spoke.
It was true he was meeting more people. Suddenly, in the last few months, he had almost become social. While his stall had suffered (books took time he simply didn't have at the moment) his confidence had increased a little just from the simple knowledge he could speak to people without them running away.
Jigano asked what he'd like to do now that their candle shopping was over. Sam thought about it as he placed the candles carefully in his bag. "...M-Maybe...maybe I could come with you? To the...the..." He realised he didn't know the name of the tavern here, since he'd never had a reason to go. "...The tavern. I want to ask you about your past. It's...It sounds like a good story. I-If you don't mind."
"She was...wrong. To dismiss you on th-that. You are handsome and smart and kind." These words came easily from Sam because he truly believed them, but he was still a little embarrassed to put them to voice, so he didn't quite look Jigano in the eye as he spoke.
It was true he was meeting more people. Suddenly, in the last few months, he had almost become social. While his stall had suffered (books took time he simply didn't have at the moment) his confidence had increased a little just from the simple knowledge he could speak to people without them running away.
Jigano asked what he'd like to do now that their candle shopping was over. Sam thought about it as he placed the candles carefully in his bag. "...M-Maybe...maybe I could come with you? To the...the..." He realised he didn't know the name of the tavern here, since he'd never had a reason to go. "...The tavern. I want to ask you about your past. It's...It sounds like a good story. I-If you don't mind."
