The girl that everyone noticed

Turning to look at her, he shrugs, a weary sigh escaping his lips. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get it fixed later.” Running a hand through his hair, he offers her a small smile. “Drink ?? I could use one.”

“I hope it doesn’t cost too much,” Faye commented before seeing his gentle smile and returning it with one of her own. “I could handle that. Where to?”

“Oh, no. No problem, I was just cleaning some tools.” He smiled warmly as he picked up his phone and turned off the music. “How’ve you been, Faye?”

“I’ve been alright when you consider everything that continues to happen around town. How have you been?”

“I just wanted to stop by and say hello. Nothing special.”

“I don’t want to talk about my brother missing,” Sylvia murmured quietly, looking off into the distance. “He’s just gone. I don’t know - okay? I just. I don’t know.” 

“Sorry I didn’t know. I wasn’t going to ask I just wanted to see if you were alright since you looked a little sad I guess.”

“I’d really like maybe five minutes where something isn’t going to fucking hell in this town.” Nate grumbled, kicking the tire of his bike which was quite obviously flat. 

“Ahh,” Faye breathed when Nate spoke up and proceeded to kick his bike. “I wish I could do something to help.”

“Did you hear the news ?? That’s like the third person to go missing this past week.”

“No, I didn’t. The news is kinda depressing.”

“Just please stop whining and find a backbone before something in this town kills you.”

“I'll just go.”

“Come on. Let loose, stiff. Don’t be such a Debbie downer. It’s unbecoming on you.”

“I’m not a debbie downer. I just have respect for other people’s things.”

“You should. You won’t want to have American chocolate anymore if you do try it.” 

“I would not be surprised by that at all. I’m Faye. I mean if you wanted to know or something.”

Eyes flicker towards the young woman nearby, she actually lets a smile make its way onto her lips. Her little fairy child with the sad eyes, a book in her hands, of course. Ophelia says teasingly, “how a pretty girl like you could ever be alone will always baffle me. It doesn’t surprise me though that the one party I don’t go to turns out to be a total snooze-fest from what I’ve heard so far – obviously, Ophelia Hayes is the life of the party.”

Seeing Ophelia’s smile made Faye unable to hold back a gentle one of her own. She felt genuinely attached to the other girl for some reason and it was nice to feel like the other was glad to see her. “I’ve always been alone,” Faye answered naively, not thinking much of the comment. “Well obviously, yes. If you can make a party out of staying in a store after closing I think you could have made this one far better.”

“I only like Easter because of the chocolate, but I miss French chocolate. It was amazing, you should try it sometime.” 

“If I ever get to France I will do my best to try it.”

“I...I didn’t m-mean to.”

“Are you going to keep staring at me like a deer in headlights or are you going to help me?”

“H-Help you? You mean with the umm b-breaking things? I can’t. I mean that doesn’t really feel like the right thing to do. Someone owns that stuff, right?”

“Oh, well, thank whoever. I thought you were going to be one of those really annoying, pushy, customers.” 

“I know what kind you mean but I don’t think I’d even know how. To be one I mean.”

“I don’t know it might be pretty hard to forgive. I do feel terribly hurt right now. Though that may have been the shots from last night”

“I think you have it in you to forgive the sun eventually,” Faye answered with a gentle smile. “And the shots are quite possibly in the way now but after you stop hurting it will be much easier.”

“Memorable,”Zara shrugged, a small amused smile fluttering across her face. “As most celebrations of Easter should be. But that’s just my opinion. You’re more than welcome to bask in Catholic guilt and giving up things for Lent,”

“Oh no I’m not catholic,” Faye answered with a slight shake of her head. “Besides even if I was memorable does sound like it would be much better than the guilt and all that.”