Post by Hidden on Jun 29, 2008 13:48:08 GMT -8
Nothings better than a good Italian restaurant after a long day out. Or at least, that’s what Pippa is thinking. Her Aunt has been trying desperately to make her feel more at home, which is why she insisted they spend the day in Seattle. It had been hell on earth for Pip. The best part about living in Forks is the fact that it’s not a city like Seattle. At least the rain had held off all day. Now with the moon taking over the sun’s shift, it becomes increasingly more difficult to tell if a shower is in store.
Her Aunt Clare gives the directions from the paint store to the Mamma Melina restaurant along with a small bit of cash. It’s to Pip’s great satisfaction to travel there alone and wait for Clare to finish with last of their shopping, a new color for the living room. Her strides have surplus animation as she walks the short two blocks un-chaperoned for the first time. She can’t even get rid of the smile on her face. A hostess meets her immediately after she enters the restaurant, putting a small damper on her mood. The lady smiles down at her, like most, and asks with over sweetness if there is anything she can do for her. Plenty of people her age can get a table…why should Pip be any different. Even still, she's knocked down a peg.
Hi. A table for t-two please. She hates herself for acting the age this hostess must think she is; stammering on a word and dropping her eyes after that streak of independence walking here.
She is led to a table in the center with a clear view of the door and pianist. After another minute, that has the feeling of hours, the music stops. Her head rises to see the musician flipping through a few books, his movement making it obvious that this is a boring and routine thing. Pippa walks to him quietly and places a hand on the impressive grand piano, giving him what she hopes to be a warm smile. I know all to well the sheer excitement of routines, too. She muses to herself.
Could you play Ballad Por Adeline for me, please? The man smiles excitedly back at her, not even needing the note sheet to play that particular piece. He begins the song that seems to be a comfort to them both, and Pip returns back to her seat to wait again for Clare. The sweet melody spirals around her. The quiet, peaceful beginning starts to melt into the upbeat portion of the piece.
Her Aunt Clare gives the directions from the paint store to the Mamma Melina restaurant along with a small bit of cash. It’s to Pip’s great satisfaction to travel there alone and wait for Clare to finish with last of their shopping, a new color for the living room. Her strides have surplus animation as she walks the short two blocks un-chaperoned for the first time. She can’t even get rid of the smile on her face. A hostess meets her immediately after she enters the restaurant, putting a small damper on her mood. The lady smiles down at her, like most, and asks with over sweetness if there is anything she can do for her. Plenty of people her age can get a table…why should Pip be any different. Even still, she's knocked down a peg.
Hi. A table for t-two please. She hates herself for acting the age this hostess must think she is; stammering on a word and dropping her eyes after that streak of independence walking here.
She is led to a table in the center with a clear view of the door and pianist. After another minute, that has the feeling of hours, the music stops. Her head rises to see the musician flipping through a few books, his movement making it obvious that this is a boring and routine thing. Pippa walks to him quietly and places a hand on the impressive grand piano, giving him what she hopes to be a warm smile. I know all to well the sheer excitement of routines, too. She muses to herself.
Could you play Ballad Por Adeline for me, please? The man smiles excitedly back at her, not even needing the note sheet to play that particular piece. He begins the song that seems to be a comfort to them both, and Pip returns back to her seat to wait again for Clare. The sweet melody spirals around her. The quiet, peaceful beginning starts to melt into the upbeat portion of the piece.
