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 Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 2:22 pm
There was an old, somewhat rundown coffee shop Jonah liked to go to that boasted its own piano. Sometimes someone would get up to play, but more often than not it remained depressingly silent, except for when some disrespectful high schooler (usually part of an annoying group) or someone's small child went to pound on the keys. The employees seemed rather perturbed by its presence. Jonah could understand why. It must be frustrating to be going about your job with someone banging nonsense on the piano.
More often than not, Jonah strayed away from it. It was rather close to his preferred corner of the shop, so it wasn't like he had to go out of his way or squeeze through the crowds to get to it, but he was never comfortable with drawing attention to himself. He would much rather sit there on his computer and pretend to be busy.
Sometimes, though, when the shop was mostly empty—those times when there was no line and the baristas had nothing better to do than to clean up a bit or stand there and chat while waiting for the next customer—Jonah would put his computer back into his messenger bag and drift over to the piano. He sat on the bench and put his fingers on the keys. Sometimes he just sat there and took comfort in the familiarity of it. Other times he might feel brave enough to play a song or two.
At the moment, there were only a few other patrons in the shop. Two of them were middle aged women in exercise clothes chatting away about... something. He couldn't really hear. The rest he hadn't really glanced over, and he was sure they didn't notice him anyway. That was fine. He was used to not being noticed. In any case, he generally preferred it that way.
Yet, today, when the shop was quiet and un-rushed, Jonah felt comfortable enough for his fingers to drift over the keys.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 8:09 pm
If there was anything in the world Anxo appreciated in the world, it was baked goods. The kindness of strangers, sweet words, love and excitement, that wasn't always so readily given away. But baked goods, those were there when he was sad and alone, and they'd be there when he was joyful and surrounded by folks he cared about! Even if they weren't readily available, he had the means to make his own, so even when it was late at night, he could still make those sweet, sweet goods that just brought a smile to his face!
Though they DID taste better after a hard day if someone else made them, hence he stopped by a nice coffee shop not too far from his normal route home. Sleeping so early in the day couldn't be an option, but enjoying a cappuccino and a nice fresh cinnamon roll. Having stepped into the shop, he was so pleasantly surprised that it was relatively early! Most of the time when he came it was packed.. Just what time was it? Either way, he wasn't about to challenge the fact.
As he waiting for his goodies to come out, he glanced out to the rest of the small shop, wondering who was here today. Some old ladies he recognized as being here ALL the time, a few college kids studying, and one person he did not recognize. Whoever he was, he certainly was brave, to have sat down at the worn, but surprisingly well tuned piano in the corner and allow his soft music to fill the otherwise quiet place.
A smile as wide as he could manage came across Anxo's face, and he, as distracted as he was nearly missed the call for his order. Once it made it to his hands, he didn't hesitate to take a seat close to where the young man was playing, eager to hear him play more and more. What a lovely surprise! He couldn't even bring himself to eat his sweet roll for fear of having the sounds filling the air muffled.
Once the song was over, he immediately, but softly, began to clap for the person.
"That was wonderful!"
Sunshine Alouette He's playing today, correct? If not, let me know!
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