Jolly moved the satchel from his shoulder, balancing with care the cup of tea steaming in his other hand, and took a seat. The satchel thumped with a studious, deep sound of books and the rustle of papers on the floor beside his chair. The cafe was busy for that midday hour, but not outrageously so that one could not get a bit of peace, enjoy the view of the passersby, and take a moment. Jolyon had just that in mind when he spied the cafe, and turned in for a cup of tea and toasted sandwich, still to come.
"I dun think tha's funny!" Katie yelled behind her shoulder as she was opening the door to the cafe. However a grin was placed on her face as she finally strolled completely inside. She started heading for the counter, when a familiar face caught the corner of her eye. She headed for Jolyon, setting her bag down without asking at his table. "Hey Jolyon!"
Stirred from his reverie by the approach and the greeting, he stammered and then rose as is polite to do at the arrival of a lady. "Oh, well, hello, Katarina." He looked to where she placed her bag and then felt the following question of asking her to join him was rather futile. So, he continued on with a more proper question and found that friendly smile now able to come forth since he had regain his composure. "How are you?" This he asked just as a waiter brought up his sandwich and he gave his hearty thanks to the fellow as well as a tip.
"'m doin' real good, thanks." She sent him a brilliant grin, "Jist lookin' fer some peace 'way fra th' theatre. Ya dun mind me joinin' ya, righ'?" She briefly looked her friend over, finally having an opportunity to share more than a few words with him.
"Oh, no, please do." He nodded toward the table. "I came on a similar mission, some food needed to keep going, and a bit of my own reading outside of the warehouse research." He looked to the counter and then back to her. "I would be glad to hear your news when you've tended to your needs," with a motion of his hand to that same counter.
Smiling, she motioned that she would be right back, before heading to the counter. She promptly ordered a large mug of hot chocolate, smile still in place. Once paid for and in her hands, she went back to his table. "Ain't go' too much news." She sat down, "Workin' 'n th' next ballet."
"It is something of a treat," he laughed, "to know the next production before others do. What shall it be?" He sat and sipped his tea, then took a bite of the sandwich, a grilled ham and swiss melt slathered with a secret sauce. It looked as rich as it tasted and threatened every artery and vein, but he was in need of some heavy eating.
"Th' Nutcracker Suite. Gotta whole thin' goin' 'n wit' some orphanage." She waited for the heat of the drink to diminish, so she continued, "I like tha' one. Did Clara coupla times bafore I go' too old. It'll be good." A warm smile, "So, wha's goin' on wit' ya?"
"Ah," he chortled and patted his leg, "so the little sprite with the red hair did write that letter she was speaking about. She questioned me very thoroughly one day on ballets and if they were all killings and cheatings, as she put it. I shall definitely be attending that one." He sipped the tea and took another bite, his spirit lightened with the prospect, and he completely forgot she had asked a question of him.
She looked at him with surprise, "Ya knew 'bout it?" She forgot the question too, having several others ones to replace it, "Wha'd ya tell her? An' how do ya know so much 'bout differen' kinds o' ballets?"
"I dun think tha's funny!" Katie yelled behind her shoulder as she was opening the door to the cafe. However a grin was placed on her face as she finally strolled completely inside. She started heading for the counter, when a familiar face caught the corner of her eye. She headed for Jolyon, setting her bag down without asking at his table. "Hey Jolyon!"
Stirred from his reverie by the approach and the greeting, he stammered and then rose as is polite to do at the arrival of a lady. "Oh, well, hello, Katarina." He looked to where she placed her bag and then felt the following question of asking her to join him was rather futile. So, he continued on with a more proper question and found that friendly smile now able to come forth since he had regain his composure. "How are you?" This he asked just as a waiter brought up his sandwich and he gave his hearty thanks to the fellow as well as a tip.
"'m doin' real good, thanks." She sent him a brilliant grin, "Jist lookin' fer some peace 'way fra th' theatre. Ya dun mind me joinin' ya, righ'?" She briefly looked her friend over, finally having an opportunity to share more than a few words with him.
"Oh, no, please do." He nodded toward the table. "I came on a similar mission, some food needed to keep going, and a bit of my own reading outside of the warehouse research." He looked to the counter and then back to her. "I would be glad to hear your news when you've tended to your needs," with a motion of his hand to that same counter.
Smiling, she motioned that she would be right back, before heading to the counter. She promptly ordered a large mug of hot chocolate, smile still in place. Once paid for and in her hands, she went back to his table. "Ain't go' too much news." She sat down, "Workin' 'n th' next ballet."
"It is something of a treat," he laughed, "to know the next production before others do. What shall it be?" He sat and sipped his tea, then took a bite of the sandwich, a grilled ham and swiss melt slathered with a secret sauce. It looked as rich as it tasted and threatened every artery and vein, but he was in need of some heavy eating.
"Th' Nutcracker Suite. Gotta whole thin' goin' 'n wit' some orphanage." She waited for the heat of the drink to diminish, so she continued, "I like tha' one. Did Clara coupla times bafore I go' too old. It'll be good." A warm smile, "So, wha's goin' on wit' ya?"
"Ah," he chortled and patted his leg, "so the little sprite with the red hair did write that letter she was speaking about. She questioned me very thoroughly one day on ballets and if they were all killings and cheatings, as she put it. I shall definitely be attending that one." He sipped the tea and took another bite, his spirit lightened with the prospect, and he completely forgot she had asked a question of him.
She looked at him with surprise, "Ya knew 'bout it?" She forgot the question too, having several others ones to replace it, "Wha'd ya tell her? An' how do ya know so much 'bout differen' kinds o' ballets?"