She walks into the bar, slightly distracted by trying not to be distracted by... pretty much everyone. It's spring.
"So who did you say you were introducing me to, again?" she asks her coworker.
She walks into the bar, slightly distracted by trying not to be distracted by... pretty much everyone. It's spring.
"So who did you say you were introducing me to, again?" she asks her coworker.
Giggle. The waiter comes by to take their order. With three blues on the table, he doesn't even dignify Sahde with a glance until it's clear the gray is allowed to order her own food.
"Me neither, but I think this pork and pumpkin roast looks good." The waiter nods. "Any recommendations?"
"The pasta and eggplant soup won an award. We also recommend the parfait for dessert," says the waiter.
"You know, when I go to restaurants with blue clients there's usually two clusters of ways people react to me," she says when the waiter's gone. "That's one of them."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. You'd think that people would realize that being nice to everyone on the table would be the better option. Even from a purely selfish stand-point."
"Being nice to me isn't the alternative I'm talking about," she says, covering her smile with a hand.
"Oh, that makes sense. Sadly, I don't think I've ever consumed your work."
She grins. "Well, you have gotten way closer to the source material than most people who consume my work. My rates are pretty high, usually."
"If the efficient market hypothesis were true you'd be richer than any blue."
Giggle. "Not to be a cliche, but tell us more about yourself. Have you always lived here your whole life? Siblings?"
"Yeah, Anitami born and raised. I have two half-siblings, my mother died when I was little. I can't imagine the fact that the three of you came as a package stopped your parents from wanting more."