#c:naima

@leaderhalcombe

“Naima.” Kimberly called out to the other leader, hoping to catch her before she depart with some members of her team to their drop ship to wake the animals. “As you might know, I volunteered to be one of the members from my crew to accompany your team members to bring back the poultry, just wanted to check if there’s anything you need me to do on behalf of you?”

Whenever someone suggested a new location for their meetings, Winston wasted no time of his scouting it over the day prior to calculate the safety of them both. He reckoned there was this something with drunk people that made exchanges stable, most too busy swinging their glasses about and attempting to serenade women of no interest than notice two shadows in the far back switching belongings. No, he held no doubts it was to work out for the better, even if he preferred more closure than anything, but that didn’t stop him from making sure it wasn’t a trap. New clients, new deals. Anything could happen and he was old enough to think twice. However, just people watching got him nowhere as human’s mere faces were enough to make him wince at best -- recognising he might be better off focusing on just one opposed to twenty. Turning around to face the woman nested next to him at another table he spoke up. “Been here before? I’m kind of new to town so I’m trying my way around -- everyone needs to find that one place that speaks to them.” A neutral facade seemed appropriate for now. 

One and a half hour left before he had to pick her up. One would say it was easier to take the car and roll up to the day care, but counting the time he figured they were either in the middle of a nap or a marvelous play pretend game and he was not about to ruin that. Another would say: “Enjoy the freedom!” which he too, had to agree with -- or usually did, as long as he didn’t come to the halt of “how”? Simon was a person to easily gain itchy legs, filled with motivation and drive to constantly do something unless he was too tired to care; so spending it watching a movie or any other way was out of the matter until the clock striked two. Giving in to his urges, Simon instead found himself planning the weekend, knowing he had to entertain his daughter somehow and find himself something other to do on top of it. And well... all and all it was the short story as to how he had ended up inside an art store. Hayley loved to paint more than anything, as far as it went for a two year old and showing interest, and not only were her water colors getting murky but he had also spotted this paint by the numbers canvas that together filled in the pictures of, well, animals and the like. It was a perfect activity for them both, really, and although he figured the person nearest to him didn’t want to get bothered, he was sadly enough stuck between two options and no other to ask but her. “Hey, excuse me -- if you had a two year old daughter, would you go for the cat or the the princess? I feel stuck.”