[ She looks up, expecting to see--well, nobody in particular, really. She expected to flash the requisite polite nod, perhaps give a perfunctory "hello," and move on. If unlucky, she might be waylaid by someone actually wanting to speak at length about the weather.
But the first expression to take hold is surprise. Hot on surprise's heels is a genuine smile. ]
Mr. Smith, [ She almost says Charles but as much of her raw emotions he's been witness to, perhaps first names are too familiar yet. Strange, that he should feel much more familiar to her than he is. ] It's good to see you; how are you?
[ Not really, but he's alive. That's something. His head bobs in a nod, a faint greeting. Circumstances being what they were the last time they'd met -- their first actual meeting, in fact -l- he's not quite sure where they stand. Cautious acquaintanceship, perhaps.
But her greeting is warmer than that, and there's some relief to be found in that. ]
What brings you here? I thought you were headed back to the city.
Oh, [ Yes, when they'd parted ways last, she had been on her way back to the city--though what she'd neglected to mention then was that she was on her way to pack her life into a luggage set.
A luggage set she later sold to pay her way. ] It's a long story, and not a very interesting one. But I'm here, for now. Trying my hand at a trade.
[ Said like someone who regrets the decision. Perhaps she does. Regrets not getting married again, having a simple, predictable, safe life with another man she thinks she can grow to love. She gestures in the direction she'd been walking. ] Would you walk with me? If you're not...busy?
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But the first expression to take hold is surprise. Hot on surprise's heels is a genuine smile. ]
Mr. Smith, [ She almost says Charles but as much of her raw emotions he's been witness to, perhaps first names are too familiar yet. Strange, that he should feel much more familiar to her than he is. ] It's good to see you; how are you?
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[ Not really, but he's alive. That's something. His head bobs in a nod, a faint greeting. Circumstances being what they were the last time they'd met -- their first actual meeting, in fact -l- he's not quite sure where they stand. Cautious acquaintanceship, perhaps.
But her greeting is warmer than that, and there's some relief to be found in that. ]
What brings you here? I thought you were headed back to the city.
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A luggage set she later sold to pay her way. ] It's a long story, and not a very interesting one. But I'm here, for now. Trying my hand at a trade.
[ Said like someone who regrets the decision. Perhaps she does. Regrets not getting married again, having a simple, predictable, safe life with another man she thinks she can grow to love. She gestures in the direction she'd been walking. ] Would you walk with me? If you're not...busy?
[ That's...probably too familiar, Mary. ]