Maeve
Another hum pushes past her lips. A local then. He doesn't look familiar, but that doesn't mean much. Some people are good at blending in and she has a feeling he tries to blend in often. "Not originally. I've been here for a few years, though. It might as well be home now." She shrugs her slender shoulders. It's not a secret that she's not from here. One look at her and it would be clear that she doesn't have the same appearance as the other island dwellers or those who call the sea their home. She doesn't plan on adopting it either.
"So, tell me, why is it you come in to buy just a chat when you could easily find that on the street? People here aren't exactly unfriendly." She doesn't ask for his name. If he doesn't want to give it, that's fine by her. It doesn't keep her from doing her job.
"So, tell me, why is it you come in to buy just a chat when you could easily find that on the street? People here aren't exactly unfriendly." She doesn't ask for his name. If he doesn't want to give it, that's fine by her. It doesn't keep her from doing her job.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
