And you understand with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful
Hearing a voice at the door, Sam put the paper he'd been practicing on down and glanced over, smiling to see a regular customer pay attention to Mia, who always loved it. While most cats would turn away such affection, she eagerly rubbed her nose against his hand and purred; Sam sometimes wondered if she was really his cat, or the entire town's.
"Yes, it has. Hello Henry. How are you?" He smiled, genuinely happy to see a friendly face. When he was talking to someone he used to know like this, it felt like hardly anything had actually happened between his shop opening and the current moment; like the rise and fall of his life in Torchline had merely been a dream.
Glancing down to the offered gift he smiled, though what faint smell he could pick up told him it was food, which he normally did not indulge in beyond tea and a nibble or so on a biscuit. Still, it was polite to accept, and he could always give it to someone in need later. "Thank you." He said with a nod, taking the package and putting it behind the counter.
Looking down to what he had written, Sam laughed and shook his head. "No, just practicing letters. I haven't had any crazy adventures to write about." Sure, he'd been to a lot of places and by now, been involved in a lot of things, but none of them had been adventures in his mind: just endless unfortunate circumstances he'd been involved in. "What makes you think I have?"
"Yes, it has. Hello Henry. How are you?" He smiled, genuinely happy to see a friendly face. When he was talking to someone he used to know like this, it felt like hardly anything had actually happened between his shop opening and the current moment; like the rise and fall of his life in Torchline had merely been a dream.
Glancing down to the offered gift he smiled, though what faint smell he could pick up told him it was food, which he normally did not indulge in beyond tea and a nibble or so on a biscuit. Still, it was polite to accept, and he could always give it to someone in need later. "Thank you." He said with a nod, taking the package and putting it behind the counter.
Looking down to what he had written, Sam laughed and shook his head. "No, just practicing letters. I haven't had any crazy adventures to write about." Sure, he'd been to a lot of places and by now, been involved in a lot of things, but none of them had been adventures in his mind: just endless unfortunate circumstances he'd been involved in. "What makes you think I have?"
SAMUEL
