Wasn't it yesterday we used to laugh at the wind behind us?
It's another slow Monday mid-morning at Twice Sold Tales. Not quite so deadly as the last time the narration visited this establishment on a Monday morning; there are a few people hanging around the store. There just aren't as many as you'd find much later in the day
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The fact that she's downstairs on the piano, that he gets to hear her play this time--that just makes his day. His foot taps gently in time with the song, and while Diana Ross isn't precisely on his top ten favorite artists list, hearing her sing and enjoying it is good enough for him.
He waits until she's finished before he says anything. "Someone's in a good mood today."
It's totally not him. Nope. Not at all.
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'Cause it's totally not her, either. No way.
"I didn't realize I had an audience," she goes on, patting the piano bench beside herself, indicating he should come over and sit. "George lets me come over and borrow the piano for practice when there's no one down here."
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Yes, he's feeling silly today, and he doesn't care who knows it.
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Yes, she's happy-rambling. She looks down at his hand when he holds out the pin, and she takes it, shaking her head. "Adrian. You're spoiling me," she protests, but she's smiling as she affixes the pin to the front of her shirt. "It's lovely. So are you."
She slides an arm around his back, and leans in, kissing him softly. It doesn't matter to her if they're at the place where she works, or if anyone sees them.
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Adrian sighs. "You're fun to spoil."
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She closes her eyes, curling into his side a bit, the sheet music and the piano and the playing all forgotten. Funny how that tends to happen when he's around--everything else just isn't quite so important anymore.
"So what are you up to today?"
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Cuddling. He likes cuddling. He likes... pretty much everything about this, right here.
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She raises an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh. I see. You have a lady friend, hmmm? Well. I'm sure she'd love to have dinner with you."
She slides an arm around Adrian's waist, pulling him closer, closing her eyes.
"In fact, I'd be willing to go so far as to say I'm sure she'd like to spend as much time as she can with you."
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Not that he minds, really, but one must keep the coffers full one way or another. "And I'm looking for a cello for Dusty. Something special."
He rests his cheek against the top of her head and runs his hands through her hair. "Good to know. Where do you want to go? Anywhere you want."
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She makes a thoughtful little sound. "Dinner... I dunno. Except. No Chinese. Like, not for a long, long time. Anything else is fine."
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He kisses her hair. "You both deserve good things."
At the emphatic insistence on no Chinese, however, he sits up a bit and eyeballs her curiously. "Why the sudden aversion?"
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He straightens up and so does she, biting her lip. "...Uh. I didn't... tell you about all that? Huh. Okay. See. It's like... so the last two times I went for Chinese food? All hell broke loose. There was a poltergeist, and then there was a fire-horking lizard that may or may not have spoken Spanish."
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He--yeah. No. He's got nothing.
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...After a moment or two, the look on Adrian's face makes it clear to Rachel that a simple affirmation will not suffice. She sighs softly, sitting up a bit straighter.
"...Let's start with the poltergeist," she says, looking up at him. "So. My friend Des--Martha Jones--that's the lady that owns the Conrad--Des is her fiance. Also, he's one of the people that got me down off the statue of Abe Lincoln the night I fell through the Rift and landed in his lap. Uh, Abe's lap, not Des' lap. We're not close like that. Anyway. So, like, he dropped by the bookstore one afternoon, and I hadn't seen him in, like, forever, not since the day I got here, actually, so we decided to go for lunch. And there's this Chinese buffet place like right on the same block, so we were gonna go there, but as we arrived, all these people were running out of the place all screaming and shit. So we went inside. And it was totally a good thing that I was having lunch with a guy who knows how to do exorcisms and like banish ghosts and stuff, ( ... )
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