Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Her hand paused over the book as someone spoke up. Turning, pale eyes settled on a young man who indeed looked vaguely familiar. A long scrutiny followed, until the girl at last nodded, and the ghost of a smile touched her lips and was gone.
"I remember. I'm Maea. I was a friend of Sam's." Withdrawing a step from the counter, she wrapped the coat more tightly about herself and looked around. "Guess I just... wanted to come here, again. See what's become of the place. My brother told me he had given the store to someone... I suppose that would be you?"
She cocked her head to the side, and waited to see if he would contradict this.
"I remember. I'm Maea. I was a friend of Sam's." Withdrawing a step from the counter, she wrapped the coat more tightly about herself and looked around. "Guess I just... wanted to come here, again. See what's become of the place. My brother told me he had given the store to someone... I suppose that would be you?"
She cocked her head to the side, and waited to see if he would contradict this.
Maea
