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I Don’t Know What I Can Do To Save You.
I Don’t Know What I Can Do To Save You.
I Don’t Know What I Can Do To Save You.

I don’t know what I can do to save you.

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4 weeks ago
Signe   smiled   bashfully,   ducking   her   head   in   embarrassment   and   silent 
Signe   smiled   bashfully,   ducking   her   head   in   embarrassment   and   silent 

Signe   smiled   bashfully,   ducking   her   head   in   embarrassment   and   silent   thanks.   She   peeked   from   beneath   a   curtain   of   her   hair   and   chuckled.   “Honestly,   I   don’t   think   it   can   get   much   worse,”  she   admitted,   though   her   words   just   held   amusement.   Her   frustration   from   earlier   had   softened   slightly,   the   offer   of   help   releasing   the   tension   in   her   shoulders.  “I’ve   got   faith   in   you,   but   don’t   worry   if   it   truly   is   a   lost   cause.”   It   was   hard   for   Signe   to   admit   when   she’d   bitten   off   more   than   she   chewed,   so   she   preferred   to   sweep   the   whole   thing   under   the   rug   and   act   like   it   wasn’t   a   big   deal.   All   things   considered,   the   state   of   her   friendship   bracelet   wasn’t   the   end   of   the   world,   so   she   just   had   to   remind   herself   of   that. 

Bella  Was  Sitting  On  The  Other  End  Of  The  Friendship  Bracelet  Station.  She 

bella  was  sitting  on  the  other  end  of  the  friendship  bracelet  station.  she  was  just  making  a  few  for  some  of  her  friends  since  she  thought  that  these  were  really  cute.  it's  been  a  while  since  she  had  done  anything  like  this.  "  i  was  just  going  to  ask  if  you  need  some  help  ─  "  bella  started.  "  there's  no  promises  that  i'll  actually  be  able  to  get  this  out.  but  hey,  there's  no  harm  in  trying.  "  the  frustration  that  signe  had  was  obvious  but  bella  was  more  than  happy  to  try  and  help,  if  she  could.  "  reaching  out  and  taking  the  strings  in  her  hand  she  tried  to  undo  the  tangles  from  it.  "  you  know  ...  that  probably  would  be  your  best  bet.  but  now  you've  got  me  determined  to  sit  here  and  try  and  get  this  out.  let's just hope i don't make it worse than it already is. " 


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1 month ago
“I’m   not   a   particularly   picky   eater,   so   you   can   just   make 
“I’m   not   a   particularly   picky   eater,   so   you   can   just   make 

“I’m   not   a   particularly   picky   eater,   so   you   can   just   make   me   your   specialty,”  she   said   with   a   shrug   and   a   smile.   The   smile   couldn’t   help   but   widen   at   his   enthusiasm   about   guessing   the   origin   of   her   accent   so   closely.   Signe   brightened   as   he   shared   that   he’d   spent   time   in   Denmark.  “My   dad’s   from   Denmark,   so   I   spent   a   lot   of   summers   visiting   relatives.   I’m   glad   you   enjoyed   it!   You’ll   have   to   show   me   what   you   learned   while   you   were   there.”   She   walked   beside   him   in   silence,   letting   his   voice   fill   the   space   between   them.   She   was   surprised   that   he   had   chosen   to   share   such   a   detailed   version   of   events   with   her.   A   heavy   weight   sat   on   her   heart   –   not   bad   just…real.   Charlie’s   deciding   ( whether   he   realized   it   or   not )   that   she   was   worth   trusting   with   the   details   of   his   story   meant   more   than   she’d   expected   it   to.   Signe   took   that   show   of   trust   quite   seriously.   She   glanced   over   at   him,   and   watched   the   way   his   eyes   lingered   on   a   new   painting   like   he   was   still   halfway   somewhere   else.   She   could   picture   that   little   boy   in   her   mind   –   bright-eyed,   heart   pounding   in   his   chest   as   he   imagined   what   it   would   be   like   to   have   a   stadium   roaring   for   you.   And   she   could   see   the   man   now,   who   had   pivot   on   his   dream   and   carry   on.   It   agonized   her,   the   thought   of   not   being   able   to   follow   your   passion   and   see   it   all   the   way   through   –   even   if   you   were   destined   to   fail.   To   be   denied   the   opportunity   to  try  would   have   been   the   most   infuriating   of   all.   “You   weren’t   running,”   she   said,   her   voice   soft   but   fierce,   almost   defensive   on   his   behalf.   She   grabbed   his   forearm   and   met   his   gaze   to   make   sure   he   heard   her   next   words.   “You   were.  healing.   It   takes   great   courage   to   find   a   new   dream   like   you   did.   I   don’t   think   I   would   be   able   to   do   that.”   Signe   offered   what   she   hoped   was   a   sympathetic   smile   and   squeezed   his   arm   in   support.  “And   for   what   it’s   worth.   I’m   glad   you   found   your   way   here.”

"Yeah?" He Licked His Lips In An Attempt To Keep His Smile Down, "You Let Me Know What To Make For Ya,

"Yeah?" He licked his lips in an attempt to keep his smile down, "You let me know what to make for ya, and I'll get the photos out." Charlie's eyes met hers for a brief moment, "As long as you're gentle, I'll be mint." His hands clap together quickly as he learns he guessed well. "I knew it! It's the way ya sing your words." He can't contain his smile as she gives him a small glimpse into her past, "I've been to Denmark before. Studied with a mate at Noma in Copenhagen for a bit before I kept travelin'. I learned a lot there. I was buzzin'. In me element, swear down. I loved it." His eyes glanced around them, but he found himself being drawn back to her each time.

"I get it, what you mean by warm.. I feel the same way." He pauses to think for a moment as he listens to their footsteps, not used to letting people in this quickly. "So when I were a kid, yeah? We lived in a council estate. Rough area, makin' ends meet as much as we could. It were just me and mum. I'd go to school, come home, do me school work, and then I'd cook dinner and clean up around the house while mum was workin'. One year, she tells me she's saved enough to take me to a Man City game for my eighth birthday. At the game she'd said somethin' about watchin' me practice in the yard in the late hours and how she'd been savin' more and she'd signed me up for a footy team." He smiles fondly to himself, "I watched that game and told her I were gonna work hard, just like her, and pay her back. And she told me just to have fun.. So I did. And I was good. I was better than good. By the time I were thirteen, I was havin' scouts come around. I signed to Man City's youth team at fifteen." Charlie stops talking for a moment, looking over at a painting that caught his eye and stopping to take it in.

He finally looks back over at Signe, a sad smile resting on his lips, "I had it all planned out, yeah? My entire life, right there. Everythin' I'd worked for and told my mum I was doin' for us were in the palm of me hand." He chuckles half heartedly, "Well, I sign, right? Make my way out of EDS, which means this is it. Big leagues. Premier league. Two weeks before my startin game I got hurt. Like.. Career endin' injury. And that was it. Had to start over just like that. Back to square one." Charlie brings his eyes back to the painting that had stopped him, "Cooking was the last thing I could remember enjoying before football. It was the only thing that made sense. And it felt like studyin' all over was the best excuse for gettin' out of my town. That way I wouldn't look like I was runnin'."


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1 month ago
Signe’s   face   lit   up   when   Charlie   pulled   out   the   photos   and 
Signe’s   face   lit   up   when   Charlie   pulled   out   the   photos   and 

Signe’s   face   lit   up   when   Charlie   pulled   out   the   photos   and   moved   closer,   warmth   blooming   in   her   chest   the   moment   their   shoulders   brushed.   She   clutched   the   photos   gently,   giggles   escaping   her   with   each   new   picture   she   flipped   through.   Signe   let   their   shoulders   stay   pressed   together,   grounding   herself   in   the   feeling   of   his   heat   against   her   skin.  “Oh, Charlie,”  she   breathed,   laughing   especially   hard   at   the   sight   of   the   bold   prints   and   the   sunglasses   that   looks   ready   to   swallow   his   face.   She   held   the   prints   in   her   hand   as   if   they   were   precious   artifact.   “Your   mom   might   be   my   new   favorite   person   if   she   can   keep   supplying   me   with   these,”  Signe   teased.  The   way   that   Charlie   listened   to   her   and   didn’t   dismiss   her   feelings   cracked   something   inside   her   chest   wide   open.   He   spoke   in   soft   and   gentle   tones,   not   trying   to   make   the   words   anything   more   than   what   they   were,   and   it   made   the   back   of   her   throat   tighten.   Not   from   sadness,   but   from   such   total   acceptance   –   from   being   so   quickly   understood   by   this   strange   and   wonderful   boy.   Her   fingers   tightened   as   he   held   her   hand   and   confessed   he   wasn’t   all   charm   and   jokes,   and   that   he   was   scared   too,   and   that   he   was   still   trying,   still   chasing   the   things   he   wanted   even   when   it   terrified   him.   And   then   he   started   talking   about   himself   –   little   things,   mundane   things,   some   slightly   more   important   things.   Signe   blinked   repeatedly,   swallowing   the   sudden   burn   in   her   throat.   She   let   out   a   shaky   break   and   shook   her   head   before   looking   at   him.  “You   make   opening   up   seem…less   scary.”  Her   thumb   brushed   along   the   back   of   his   hand,   mirroring   the   way   he’d   been   touching   her.   Signe   took   a   moment   to   gather   herself   and   then   nodded,   smiling   faintly.  “Okay.   My   turn.”   “I’m   Signe   Holmström.   My   mom’s   name   is   Sigrid,   dad   is   Søren   …   Don’t   worry,   I’ll   help   you   with   the   pronunciation,”  she   smirked   to   herself,   already   imagining   Charlie   struggling   with   the   task.  “They’ve   always   given   me   everything   they   could,   and   while   my   head   understands   they’re   proud   of   me…part   of   me   feels   like   I   need   to   be…better?   Successful?   In   order   to   be   worthy   of   all   that   they’ve   given   me.”    She   hesitated,   the   shine   in   her   eyes   flickering   for   just   a   second   before   she   pushed   forward   with   a   small   smile.   “My   favorite   color’s   green   –   but   like   a   pastel,   sage   green.   I’ve   lived   in   the   States   for   ten   years   now,   but   I   still   miss   Malmö   every   winter   when   we   don’t   get   any   snow.”   Her   eyes   met   his   and   she   fought   a   smirk   as   she   continued.  “I’m terrible   at   running,   I   was   always   more   of   a   swimmer   if   I   had   to   pick   a   sport.   Hot   cheetos   are   my   guilty   pleasure   snack.   I hate   olives,   can’t   stand   ‘em,”   Signe   wrinkled   her   nose   in   distaste.   “I’m   a   little   bit   of   a   perfectionist.   And   like…scary   organized.   You   should   see   my   closet   sometime.   I   hate   when   a   house   or   room   is   too   quiet,   so   I   sing   to   myself.   I’m   God   awful   at   board   games,”   she   let   out   a   watery   laugh,   wiping   any   tears   with   her   fingers.   “You’d   absolutely   destroy   me.”  “But…I’m   trying   too,”   she   whispered.  “Trying   to   be   brave.”

Charlie Laughed, The Sound Warm And Easy As He Watched Her Light Up At The Mention Of His Past Questionable

Charlie laughed, the sound warm and easy as he watched her light up at the mention of his past questionable fashion choices. At her excited invite, he didn’t hesitate to slide closer, closing the small space between them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He reached into the bottom of the basket, pulling out the folded stack of photos. “These were the only ones I could dig up from my football days,” he said, nudging his shoulder softly against hers as their arms touched. “But Mum said she’s got some tucked away back home, reckons they’re too good to keep to herself, so I’m sure you’ll be gettin’ those soon enough.”

Their shoulders stayed pressed together, the nerves he’d carried into the evening long gone now, replaced by something calmer, easier. He handed over the photos, loud designer prints, bold patters, shorts and shoes that did not match the top half of his outfit, sunglasses far too large, and immediately covered his face with one hand, peeking at her through the gaps between his fingers. “Listen, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life—but these outfits? Top of the list.”

When he felt her pinky hook into his, his hand dropped, eyes catching hers just as her smile softened and her expression shifted, just enough that if he hadn’t been paying attention, he might’ve missed it. But he was paying attention. His brow knit together slightly, quieting, leaning into the moment as she spoke. “That’s what a date’s supposed to be, yeah?” he said gently. “Gettin’ to know each other. The whole picture, not just the bits we like showin’ off.” The smile on his face softened, not playful now but real, open. When she mentioned him only knowing the charming version of her, he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“You think this is me all the time?” He tilted his head, gaze steady on hers. “I promise. I’m not all charm and jokes. We’re all a bit fucked up underneath, aren’t we? It’s just about findin’ someone you can be fucked up with.” He shifted, leaning in just slightly, not to flirt, but to assure, “There’s no tellin’ what we’ll learn about each other. But you don’t have to worry about scarin’ me off. No pressure here. None at all.” He paused for a beat, his voice somehow softer now. “I’m scared too, y’know… a lot of the time. About work, about leavin' home and me mum behind, about what comes next.. But I’ve been tryin’ real hard not to let it stop me from goin’ after what I want. Not after missin' out on football.. I won't make that mistake again.”

Then, because the air felt a little too heavy for a second, and because lightening it was as much habit as it was care, he bumped their shoulders together, grinning. “Besides, I’m from Moss Side. Some of my mates were proper bad news. I don’t scare easy.” His grin widened, teasing. “I can sit through all of Nightmare on Elm Street and only have to cover my eyes, like, twice.” The tension eased between them again as he laced his fingers fully through hers, linking their hands together without rush, without asking. Just sure.

“Well… Hughes is my last name,” he started, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. “Mum’s name is Wendy. Dad’s Charles.. yeah, I’m a Jr. But no one’s allowed to call me Charles. Been Charlie since I were a baby.” He smiled at her, eyes crinkling at the edges. “Favorite color’s blue.. but it’s a very specific blue. I’ll point it out when I see it.” “My injury was already ten years ago now, but I have some nerve damage, so long shifts in the kitchen can be hell on it. And runs, but I still go on 'em.” His lips pressed together for a second before the smile returned, a little sheepish. “I love video games. Hate broccoli. Tried, can’t do it. Absolute sucker for sushi, though. And I’m annoyin’ to watch football with ‘cause I get loud like I’m right there in the stands.” He gave her fingers a soft squeeze. “I’m a bit uptight in the kitchen. I mean, my coworkers would probably say very uptight.” A chuckle pushed past his lips. “And I’m ridiculously competitive. Doesn’t matter what it is, cards, board games, coin toss.. I hate losin’.” Charlie leaned his head to the side, considering her with a smile that felt steadier now, more sure. “But I’m workin’ on it.” His thumb brushed lightly across her hand once more, his eyes meeting hers fully again. “Like I said… determined sort of guy.”


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4 weeks ago
Signe   let   out   a   soft,   relieved   laugh,   handing   over   the   tangled 
Signe   let   out   a   soft,   relieved   laugh,   handing   over   the   tangled 

Signe   let   out   a   soft,   relieved   laugh,   handing   over   the   tangled   mess   of   her   bracelet   across   the   table   toward   the   girl   without   hesitation.  “Thank God,”  she   muttered   under   her   breath,   offering   the   other   a   sheepish   smile.  “Thank you   truly.   I   was   literally   just   two   seconds   away   from   tying   a   note   and   pretending   it   was   supposed   to   look   like   that.”    Signe   leaned   her   elbow   on   the   table   and   rested   her   chin   on   her   hand   as   she   watched   the   girl   tackle   what   she   viewed   as   the   gargantuan   task   of   untangling   her   bracelet.  “It   really   didn’t   look   that   complicated   from   the   tutorial.”

Though Georgia usually works with wire or chains, she isn't unfamiliar with the old art of friendship bracelets. She'd made many in her time, not very often for anyone in particular, but a young Georgia could at least pretend someone else had the other half if she wore hers proudly on her wrist. She hadn't actually intended to come over to the station, but the call had eventually gotten too much to resist, especially with her friends busy socialising with people Georgia doesn't and has no interest in knowing. It'd been nice at first, to have a moment to herself amongst the chaos of an otherwise heated party, but a voice beside her crying out for her help isn't unwelcome either. "No, no. Give it here; let me have a crack at it." She insists, already carefully laying hers down flat in front of her. "It comes with practice, like the first few times you'll have braided your hair and it all got tangled."

Though Georgia Usually Works With Wire Or Chains, She Isn't Unfamiliar With The Old Art Of Friendship

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1 month ago
Signe’s   answering   smile   was   soft   and   understanding.   There   was   something 
Signe’s   answering   smile   was   soft   and   understanding.   There   was   something 

Signe’s   answering   smile   was   soft   and   understanding.   There   was   something   familiar   in   what   the   other   girl   had   said,   almost   as   if   she’d   pulled   the   thoughts   from   Signe’s   own   head.  “Do   you   paint?”  she   asked,   tilting   her   head   curiously.  “I   was   thinking   something   very   similar   myself.   The   colors   and   the   movement   of   the   dancer’s   skirt,   even   in   a   portrait   have   my   head   spinning   on   how   you   could   make   fabric   do   that, look   like   that   in   real   life.”  She   turned   her   head   back   towards   the   painting   in   front   of   them.  “Moments   like   this   just   have   me   itching   for   my   sketchbook.”   “It’s   funny,   isn’t   it?   How   sometimes   what   you   end   up   making   ends   up   looking   nothing   like   what   inspired   it?”  she   giggled,   mostly   amused   at   the   thought.   Signe   returned   her   focus   to   the   girl,   studying   her   closely.  “What   kind   of   stuff   do   your   normally   like   to   make?   You   said   you   were   working   on   something   new?”

Mango  Bay  Art  District  Was  A  Place  That  Bella  Had  Came  To  Visit  Every  So 

mango  bay  art  district  was  a  place  that  bella  had  came  to  visit  every  so  often.  she  lived  in  ocean's  edge  but  often  times  would  come  out  to  mango  bay  to  take  a  look  around.  it  sometimes  even  gave  her  a  little  bit  of  motivation to keep going with her own work. she  worked  at  a  bar  as  of  this  moment.  but  in  the  future?  she's  hoping  to  be  able  to  live  out  her  dreams  of  being  an  artist  somewhere.  even  a  graphic  designer  if  that  meant  that  she  was  able  to  get  her  artwork  out  there  more  and  more.  she  had  a  ton  of  projects  that  she  was  busy  working  on,  as  well.  but  nothing  was  finished.  bella  liked  to  finish  majority  of  her  drawings  or  paintings  up  when  the  inspiration  for  them  had  seemed  to  come  on  through.

recreating  different  things  into  your  own  perspective  was  always  the  fun  thing  about  art.  at  least  that's  what  she  had  thought  about  it.  she  was  just  starting  to  approach  to  the  other  side  when  a  voice  was  heard.  "  oh,  no.  you're  fine.  i  was  simply  just  observing  like  every  one  else.  figured  i'd  come  here  to  try  and  get  some  more  inspiration  for  another  project  i  wanted  to  work  on.  "  responding  with  a  quick  shrug  of  her  shoulders.  "  it's  like  ...  sometimes  i  want  to  create  things  but  i  like  to  feel  inspired  first.  otherwise  i'm  not  quite  sure  how  to  translate  the  image  i've  got  in  my  head  onto  the  canvas.  "


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She   offered   him   a   secret   smile,   one   that   highlighted   just   how 
She   offered   him   a   secret   smile,   one   that   highlighted   just   how 

She   offered   him   a   secret   smile,   one   that   highlighted   just   how   much   she   enjoyed   their   little   back   and   forth,   like   they   were   the   only   two   who   understood   the   true   meaning   behind   their   words.   A   pleased   flush   was   on   her   cheeks   when   his   lips   brushed   against   them,   the   blush   something   that   was   becoming   a   semi-permanent   trait   in   his   presence.  “Oh,   you   can’t   stop   thinking   about   me?”  Her   hand   came   up   to   his   chest,   her   fingers   trailing   along   the   frankly   disrespectful   display   of   bare   skin   before   lifting   her   gaze   to   his.  “For   the   record,   I   mildly   enjoy   your   company   the  most   when   you’re   making   declarations   like   that.”  With   that   stupid   pretty   mouth   was   the   part   she   left   unsaid.   A   beat   passed   and   then   she   added,   softer.  “But   you’re   right.   I   like   having   you   around…   like   who   I   am   around   you.”   Her   hand   traced   up   his   collarbone   and   then   she   brushed   her   thumb   along   the   edge   of   his   jaw.  “I   don’t   care   who   you   used   to   be,   Charlie.   I   care   about   who   you   choose   to   be   now.   I   know   we   pretty   much   just   met,   but   this   version   of   you?   He’s   a   good   man,”   Signe   leaned   in,   kissing   the   corner   of   his   mouth   with   quiet   intention.  “And   from   the   little   I   know,   even   back   then,   you   had   this   heart   underneath   it   all.   Even   if   you   were   to   slip,   you’d   find   your   way   back.”  She   looked   into   his   eyes,   making   sure   he   saw   how   much   she   believed   the   words   she   was   saying.   She   smiled   and   reached   into   the   pocket   of   her   dress,   pulling   out   her   phone.   “Come   on,   let’s   take   a   selfie.   I   want   to   remember   our   first   date,”   she   said,   whirling   around   and   leaning   back   into   him.   She   snapped   a   few   photos   quickly,   trying   to   catch   him   off-guard   in   a   few   before   he   posed   with   her.   Signe   giggled,   glancing   at   the   photos   on   her   phone.   She   looked   over   her   shoulder   and   smirked,   mischief   sparking   in   her   eyes.  “Want   to   take   a   really   unhinged   one?”

Charlie Arched A Brow, The Cocky Edge To His Grin Settling In As He Stepped Closer, Just Enough For Her

Charlie arched a brow, the cocky edge to his grin settling in as he stepped closer, just enough for her to feel his presence. He raised his eyebrows, leveling his eyes to hers, "You only mildly enjoy my company under very specific circumstances… got it," he said, drawing the words out with playful mock offense. He tilted his head, eyes glittering with teasing challenge as he slowly licked his lips, then dipped his head. "I think," he murmured low near her ear, "you’re tryin’ to keep me around more than you’re lettin’ on." He didn’t move far after that, gaze softening slightly as he leaned back just enough to meet her eyes.

"I get what you mean. Maybe that’s what I am too.. I’ve always chased connection, maybe attention, if we’re bein’ honest. I just liked bein’ around people. Didn’t matter who, really." He paused. "I might feel a bit different now, though... Can’t stop thinkin’ about you." His lips brushed just barely against her cheek, gentle and intentional.

His voice dipped again, quieter this time, the smile faltering only slightly. "My mum never expected much from me.. she just wanted me happy. It was everyone else. Coaches, mates, teachers… my father.. they saw potential and pushed it hard. I was good, so it made sense." He shrugged, the motion small but rigid at the edges. "And then it was.. well I had to change plans. Just like that." His injury may have been nearly a decade prior, but it hadn't hurt him any less.

Charlie’s eyes dropped for a moment, thumb brushing lightly along her arm aimlessly, grounding himself as much as her. "I think what scares me most is slippin’ back into who I used to be.. The kid with a mile hight wall, always deflectin’ with a joke.. Or worse, turnin’ into the men I was raised around." He looked down at her, thoughtfully, "I don't wanna be the man I was.. I really like what I have now, and I don't intend on screwin' this up." He looked back up at her then, the smile returning, smaller but more real. "And I’m not gonna, Signe. Not with you. I'm not goin' anywhere and I mean that. You're not gonna scare me away."


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Celine's   expression   shifted,   barely   concealing   her   amusement.   Her   eyes 
Celine's   expression   shifted,   barely   concealing   her   amusement.   Her   eyes 

Celine's   expression   shifted,   barely   concealing   her   amusement.   Her   eyes   glanced   down   at   the   basket   in   his   hand   with   several   well-worn   books.   "Books,"   she   noted,   a   hint   of   approval   slipping   into   her   voice.   "I'm   surprised   you   managed   to   find   that   many   in   a   shop   like   this."   His   sudden   lava   lamp   factoid   made   her   blink   once   and   then   let   out   a   laugh,   slightly   incredulous.   "Astro   lamps,   huh?"   she   echoed,   folding   her   arms.   "That   kind   of   sounds   like   the   name   of   a   failed   disco   band   from   the   seventies.   I   kinda   love   that."   She   leaned   against   one   of   the   nearby   display   tables   and   tilted   her   head   at   the   boy.   "Are   you   always   full   of   obscure   trivia,   or   is   today   just   my   lucky   day?"   she   asked.

Henry looked up as he heard the woman speak, wondering if she was actually conversing with him or just thin air. And then she turned to him, causing his cheeks to color up a little bit as her eyes unexpectedly met his. “Well--” Before he really had time to voice his opinion on the sunglasses, she was asking him another question. A faint smile touched his lips as she spoke, though his nose wrinkled just slightly at the idea of couches with suspicious stains. “Well, none of those,” he admitted, and held up the basket that was dangling from one hand, which was full of books. Mostly paperbacks, a few hardcover, many with yellowing pages. He glanced around the store before his eyes turned back to her. “Did you know lava lamps were originally called Astro Lamps and originated in the UK?”

Henry Looked Up As He Heard The Woman Speak, Wondering If She Was Actually Conversing With Him Or Just

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Signe   smiled   at   the   warmth   on   the   woman’s   expression   at   the 
Signe   smiled   at   the   warmth   on   the   woman’s   expression   at   the 

Signe   smiled   at   the   warmth   on   the   woman’s   expression   at   the   mention   of   her   aunt. “Made   of   lot   of   friendship   bracelets   in   your   time?” she   asked,   jokingly.    She   pondered   her   comparison   to   threading   a   needle   and   hummed   to   herself.   Her   eyes   followed   her   nimble   fingers   as   they   steadily   worked   on   the   knotted   mess. “I   guess   I   see   the   similarities,   even   if   my   fingers   haven’t   quite   grasped   it   yet.”

“i  have  my  aunt  to  thank  for  that,”  she  smiles  at  the  other  softly,  nails  hard  at  work  on  the  tangled  mess  of  string.  most  of  her  fond  memories  of  london  include  sitting  around  the  table,  beading  jewlery  with  her  aunt  and  cousin.  those  days,  though,  were  long  gone,  living  in  fleeting  moments  of  memory  yet  still  held  just  as  dear.  a  light  chuckle  at  her  joke,  looking  up  from  the  mess  for  only  a  second.  “isn't  string  just  plastic  thread  ?  once  you  figure  out  how  not  to  drop  it  every  five  seconds,  it's  basically  like  threading  a  needle  over  and  over  again.”

“i  Have  My  Aunt  To  Thank  For  That,”  She  Smiles  At  The  Other  Softly,  Nails 

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