 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ashley took notice of everyone, though it was more an aesthetic interest than her being observant. She didn't remember when or why she saw people as well as she remembered their face and whether she had or had not painted it, and what exact shade she thought their hair was, and also if their eyes were or were not happy, and what colors they were wearing. Especially if they were wearing purple. Or grey. Or blue. Those were the colors she wore the most.
Ash thought she'd seen this man about a million times before, and maybe even knew his name, or had at some point. (After all, she'd been hanging out here for hours and ordered several times.) It all sort of blended together when she was so focused on doing something else. It was all under the surface. "I think I was here earlier. Twenty minutes ago. Or maybe an hour. I forget which." She clearly found this to be an incredibly interesting fact, and she had probably also stated it the last time she'd ordered from him. Her attention drifted to a clean napkin and she forgot how interesting it was that she'd saw the same server multiple times in the same day. She drew some very beautiful flowers on it while she waited, then signed it "Ashley Fox", then went back to make the flowers even better! Maybe Amabel would like this as a present. As she waited for her latte, she quietly hummed a song that popped into her head- where was it from? It was her favorite-song-on-the-expensive-tape-her-brother-had-song, she remembered. It reminded her of the coffee man here. She didn't remember why but it seemed relevant all of a sudden. Wasn't that interesting? Ash thought it was. |