☼ would roses bloom?
@whitelightcr
The chime of the bell as she pushed the door open, hand flexing slightly from the gesture that was not as effortless as it once had been, teased her ears in a manner that was neither grating or irritating, but couldn’t claim to be entirely enchanting either. It announced her presence as she entered the coffee shop, and these days, she would try to lay low, so as innocuous as it may have seemed - after all, it rang for anyone coming in or going out and surely most patrons would be used to it by now - it made her flinch just the slightest bit.
Yet, the following instant, the bell would be all but forgotten as she’d notice an all too familiar face sitting at a table alone by the window. A brief moment of panic threatened as her skin flushed in frustration. She hated being caught off-guard as she’d done remarkably well to avoid it for 500 years, and she’d specifically avoided going to the Mystic Grill for lunch not wanting to deal with the ghosts of her past. She regained her composure and tried to walk by his table without getting noticed. Of course, they being doppelgängers, the Universe just had to meddle. The sugar which for some reason had been precariously camped on the edge of the table, finally gave way to gravity, falling at her feet with an audible clang, and forcing her to crouch down to pick it up, holding her breath and bracing herself for the possible reaction it’d garner.
