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hauntedbostonrpg2016-01-31 03:17 pm
melodymagic) wrote in hauntedbostonrpg2016-01-31 03:17 pm
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Practice makes perfect, or makes do at least.
It had been a few weeks since she'd met Brian. She sat in a coffee shop, his card lying on the open face of her purse as she sipped at the large chai latte. Since she'd met him she'd done a lot more reading on both her ability, and had started practicing, trying to do it without having a fright, or elevated heart rate for whatever reason.
And she'd surprised herself at what she had been able to achieve. As she sat there the couple at the table next to her finished and stood up, the guy tucking his chair back under the table, but the girl leaving hers sitting out in the middle of the aisle. A quick glance either way, and Melody leaned back in her chair, turned her attention on the askance piece of furniture. One hand remained on her mug, the other looked a little like she was brushing some crumbs together on the tabletop in front of her. And if anyone had been looking they might have thought her leg might have reached the chair leg opposite, somehow, and dragged the chair back in beneath the table. Of course if they had bothered to look under the table they would have seen that wasn't the case.
Smiling to herself, and pretty pleased with the results, she finished her drink and left the coffee shop.
And she'd surprised herself at what she had been able to achieve. As she sat there the couple at the table next to her finished and stood up, the guy tucking his chair back under the table, but the girl leaving hers sitting out in the middle of the aisle. A quick glance either way, and Melody leaned back in her chair, turned her attention on the askance piece of furniture. One hand remained on her mug, the other looked a little like she was brushing some crumbs together on the tabletop in front of her. And if anyone had been looking they might have thought her leg might have reached the chair leg opposite, somehow, and dragged the chair back in beneath the table. Of course if they had bothered to look under the table they would have seen that wasn't the case.
Smiling to herself, and pretty pleased with the results, she finished her drink and left the coffee shop.