Hello. My name is Cindy. I'm 18, Bisexual, and I use she/her pronouns. ((This is an RP Blog for Cindy Campbell from SFTH's The Hobnob Affair. This rp blog OC-friendly, crossover-friendly, and multi thread friendly!)
Hello, everyone. I’d like to share a few details about myself and this blog. My name, age, pronouns, and basic information can be found in my description, but I thought I would introduce myself a little more properly here as well.
If it isn’t already clear, I very much enjoy baking and making pastries. I love learning new recipes and techniques, and I find a lot of joy in improving my skills over time. Alongside baking, I also enjoy photography, gardening and crocheting, all of which I find calming and rewarding.
I recently left home in order to live on my own. My hope is to continue building my experience in baking so that I may one day open my own bakery.
( Edited ) and I'm aiming to get a job at a bakery. I'm working as a retail assistant at a gift and lifestyle shop!
I also live above that shop because Miss Lisa and Miss Jade, who are also my employers, were kind enough to rent it to me for such a fair price.
( Edited) It won’t be easy being on my own but it is better than what I had back home but life is an adventure!
I’m getting used to the city bit by bit. There’ve been a few hiccups, but I’m getting on alright, especially through the kindness of others. It’s made things a little easier to live here.
I’d like to think that I will be okay. In every possible way.
Please feel free to send me asks or interact with me at any time. I would be very pleased to meet you!
{OOC: Hi, I’m Shay, she/they, 30s. My personal blog is @shootforthebit
This is my second RP blog! This time it’s for Cindy from The Hobnob Affair, in an AU where she left home.
Anyway, just like in my other rp blog, lore surrounding the characters that wasn’t mentioned in the play is entirely my own!
All of Cindy's dialogue and personal posts will be written in purple, all narration and out of character posts will be written in regular black. All OOC posts will be inside this { } symbol and stated as such.
All in-character content will be tagged as follows:
#cindy's post - for original in character posts
#cindy's reblogs - for in character reblogs
#cindy answers - for in character answers to ask
And all posts by me, the mun, will be tagged as either #{ooc answers} or #{ooc post}
Cindy is single, so she can be shipped with anyone! This may change if she gets an endgame, but for now she is open to interactions and development. But I would also love for her to have friends and have platonic relationships!
Before we dive in, please read the following below:
RULES
Muns must be 18+ for NSFW interactions
Magic asks and asks that start threads or plots are welcome! However, attempts to torture or severely harm Cindy beyond what she can reasonably recover from are not allowed.
Please do not send unsolicited NSFW content
All hate speech will result in a block
Please be patient with response times
NOTE
Because this muse comes from a canon where the same performers play multiple characters, I use a separate face claim as a visual reference for this portrayal.
My face claim for this character is Sophie Simnett.
WARNINGS
This blog may have mentions and allusions to verbal and psychological abuse by a parent. As well as themes of self-hatred, self-doubt, anxiety, and emotional distress. I'll make sure to remember to tag things properly for everyone's safety.
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STORIES!
Flashbacks - Mini Fics that focus on Cindy's Past before coming to NYC
"Leaving it all Behind"
"The Black Book"
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The Cindy Chronicles - Mini Fics that establishes Cindy's life in NYC more
"A Place to Start Part 1"
"A place to Start Part 2"
"The New Home" (Start of the current time)
"Not Worth Celebrating"
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MAIN THREADS
"A long evening" w/ dont-call-me-cadet (takes place before Cindy got her current apartment)
"A letter to someone" w/ sugar-fortifies-the-mind (takes place a day after "A long evening")
"Night Ride" w/a--wilting--rose (takes place a few days after Cindy got her current apartment)
"The Strange Visitors" w/roll-from-the-roleplay" (takes place some time after "Night Ride")
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MINI INTERACTIONS
Milk deliveries w/ milk-from-the-hip and others
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Thanks for taking the time to read all of that! I look forward to interacting with ya'll!
Cindy's Day in the Life : A personal weekend errand
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The shop is quiet in that late-afternoon way, the kind of lull between customers where the only sound is the soft shuffle of Lisa restocking shelves by the window. Cindy waits for a moment like this on purpose, wiping down the counter twice just to steady herself before she finally speaks.
"Miss Jade," she says. "I just wanted to confirm, I'm still set to leave Friday morning."
Jade looks up from the till. "Oh yeah, you're visiting your mom's hometown, right?"
"Yes. Hatchetfield." Cindy says it carefully, like she's still getting used to the shape of it in her own mouth. "It's a small town in Michigan. I don't think many people have heard of it."
"Can't say I have," Jade admits, smiling. "But that sounds like a nice trip. Getting to see where she grew up."
"I hope so." Cindy's fingers loosen slightly from where they'd been knotted together. "I don't know very much about that part of her life. I thought it might help."
Lisa turns from the shelf she's restocking, wiping her hands on her apron. "We'll manage just fine here. Don't you worry about the shop."
"Thank you," Cindy says. "I promise it won't become a habit."
"Cindy." Jade's voice is warm, gently scolding. "You've been working so hard, you deserve a long weekend.. You don't need to apologize for going."
Lisa comes closer, setting a box down on the counter, and gives Cindy's arm a light, reassuring pat.
Thank you." she says, tone grateful. "I'll be back in time for work Monday morning, I promise."
"We know you will," Jade says, and there's real fondness in it, and the easy certainty of someone who already trusts her.
Lisa gives Cindy's arm one more gentle squeeze before turning back to the shelf, and Cindy heads off to finish out the rest of her shift.
Cindy smiles a little at the suggestion, surprised he'd even think to keep an eye out for something like that for her.
"That's very kind of you. But I wouldn't want you to go through all that trouble." She gives a small shake of her head "Besides... I'm not sure I want to stay at that flat much longer." She glances down. "I think... once I've figured out what I'm going to do next, then I can start thinking about baking again." Shifting in her seat, she turns her attention back to him.
A small smile finds its way onto her face as she listens to Andrew's response to her offer.
"I appreciate you saying that." She responds. "But you've done more for me than you know... and I'd still like to bake something for you one day, if you wouldn't mind. Not because I have to but because I'd like to."
(reflexively) Stop saying that. (He pauses, trying to sand away the edges.) What I mean is, it's no trouble for me to just pay attention if someone's moving out and giving away a free toaster over, or even an air fryer. And if you've moved to a better place by then, and you've got your own oven, then that's even better.
(Andrew stares at her, neutral and plain.) If something's really that big of a bother to me, I wouldn't have offered it in the first place.
(They lean back. It's strange how the harsh white light of the McDonald's still manage to soften when thrown onto her. Cindy just seems soft—or at least, she thinks of herself as such. Brave, but unaware of her bravery. Which is a pity, but not something for them to fix.)
(with an easy shrug) I can't stop you, if you want to bake something. I'm pretty open to any baked goods, to be honest. Savory ones, maybe.
Cindy falters, her fingers curling lightly as a quiet worry settles in that she might have annoyed him. She listens quietly as Andrew continues, and by the time he's finished, she manages a small smile.
"I'll keep that in mind, then. For when I'm able to bake again."
The conversation settles into a comfortable pause. Cindy glances around the restaurant, only then noticing how much quieter it has become than when they'd first arrived. It makes her realize just how much time has passed.
"Do you have university tomorrow? Or work?" she asks. "I hope I haven't kept you up too late."
Eh.... it'll be fine, don't worry about it. (He picks up the trash into his own tray, now empty, and pushes it aside.) It's probably late for you though, you have work tomorrow, right? Want me to walk you home? Or someplace you're staying for the night?
The question gives Cindy pause. She'd almost managed to forget that, sooner or later, the evening would have to come to an end, and with it the thought of returning to the flat she'd no longer felt safe calling home.
"Fortunately, I don't have work tomorrow," she says. "Though it is getting rather late."
Her gaze drifts briefly towards the restaurant windows, before glancing back at him.
"I'd appreciate it if you could walk me back, thank you. I'm still not very familiar with the area, and I'm afraid I might get myself lost otherwise."
(nods) Nice. It's always nice to get to sleep in when I have a day off or something. (He hums, missing his bed. Not sleep, god no, but he does own a very nice comforter that's perfect to burrow in and doomscroll.)
(They see her hesitation sure enough: there's no way she feels safe in an apartment that was just robbed hours ago. Asshole really had to go and rob a young woman with only pennies on her, huh?)
Sure. (He gets up easily, stretching.) New York's a big place, it takes some time to get used to it. (They give her a slight smile.) But you'll learn. It's not such a bad place to be, y'know. I'm starting to like it.
Cindy rises from her seat as well, gathering the empty wrappers and paper cup before carrying them over to the nearest bin. Once everything has been thrown away, she slips the strap of her bag back over her shoulder and joins him by the door.
"I believe you may be right." she says as they step outside into the cool evening air. "I've only been here a short while, so I don't think I've quite seen enough of it yet."
She glances down the street for a moment before looking back at him.
[Cindy pulls her moped up outside and switches off the engine. Taking the day's milk with her, she walks up to the front door and taps her knuckles lightly against it.]
"Hello, I've got your milk here."
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
Hey, Cindy! I'm, um, I'm Thomas, Gemma's inside. (takes the milk and hands you the money) It's nice to meet you too!
Cindy accepts the money before carefully handing him the bottle.
"Good morning, Mr. Th--" She catches herself, remembering Gemma insisting she simply call her Gemma. She thinks that perhaps he might prefer the same as well. "Thomas," she says, still sounding just a little uncertain. "It's wonderful to meet you."
[Cindy brings her moped to a stop outside before taking the day's milk from the carrier. She walks over and gives the door a polite knock.]
"Good morning! Milk delivery."
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
*a small bat wearing a star jacket answers the door, he looks scared*
Cindy gives a small, apologetic shake of her head. "I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to meet them. But I have met Lucas and, um... I'm just here to give you the usual milk order."
She carefully holds out the bottle for him to take.
Cindy nods, doing her best not to let her worry show.
"I understand. Could you let Lucas know the milk hasn't been paid for yet, please?"
She offers him a polite smile before turning back toward her moped. As she takes out her delivery list, she makes a small note beside the order to rnote it was still unpaid. She would have to explain it to David later, the fear that he would be upset with her itching under her skin. This was the second time this stop had gone unpaid, and she quietly found herself hoping the next delivery would be a little less complicated.
She then tucks the list away, before going back on her moped and continuing on her route.
[Cindy brings her moped to a stop outside before taking the day's milk from the carrier. She walks over and gives the door a polite knock.]
"Good morning! Milk delivery."
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
*a small bat wearing a star jacket answers the door, he looks scared*
Cindy gives a small, apologetic shake of her head. "I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to meet them. But I have met Lucas and, um... I'm just here to give you the usual milk order."
She carefully holds out the bottle for him to take.
Cindy blinks in surprise at the little rock, her smile softening at the thoughtful gesture.
"Thank you. That's very kind of you." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Though... I was actually meant to collect the payment for the milk." Thinking he might not know what she means, she slips a small coin from her pocket and holds it up. "Something like this, if that's alright?"
[Cindy parks her moped outside and takes the milk carrier with her. Walking over to the door, she knocks and calls out] "Hello, I've got your milk order." [and waits patiently for an answer.]
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
(Much like last time, there's a long pause between the knock and the door opening. When it does, there's the distinct smell of something burning inside.)
JD: Hey! Mornin' miss Cindy. Ah, perfect timing! (Takes milk) Or, at least, it would've been, if...
Cindy accepts the money before carefully slipping it away. The crash from upstairs makes her jump slightly, her attention quickly going up toward the sound.
Cindy accepts the money before carefully slipping it away. She'd already begun to step back when the word "cookies" makes her stop.
"You're baking cookies?" she asks, genuine interest slipping into her voice. "Is there anything I can do to help? I bake so I know a few little tricks. For instance, if they're underbaked, you can usually pop them back into the oven at about 180 degrees for another two or three minutes." The more she talks, the more one thought leads into the next, until she's absentmindedly rattling off the tips she knows. "If they're overbaked you can put them in airtight container with a slice of bread a slice of apple and that can help soften them. And if they've burnt, you can grate away the worst of it with a cheese grater, or even turn them into--" She cuts herself off, her expression falling as she realizes she'd been rambling. "I mean, um...I hope they turn out alright."
Cindy manages to give a smile. despite feeling embarrassed, and steps back toward her moped. "I'm sorry for having kept you. I hope you have a good day too."
With that, she leaves, quietly hoping she hadn't made a fool of herself.
[Cindy parks her moped outside and takes the milk carrier with her. Walking over to the door, she knocks and calls out] "Hello, I've got your milk order." [and waits patiently for an answer.]
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
(Much like last time, there's a long pause between the knock and the door opening. When it does, there's the distinct smell of something burning inside.)
JD: Hey! Mornin' miss Cindy. Ah, perfect timing! (Takes milk) Or, at least, it would've been, if...
Cindy accepts the money before carefully slipping it away. The crash from upstairs makes her jump slightly, her attention quickly going up toward the sound.
[Cindy pulls her moped up outside and switches off the engine. Taking the day's milk with her, she walks up to the front door and taps her knuckles lightly against it.]
"Hello, I've got your milk here."
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
Hey, Cindy! I'm, um, I'm Thomas, Gemma's inside. (takes the milk and hands you the money) It's nice to meet you too!
Cindy accepts the money before carefully handing him the bottle.
"Good morning, Mr. Th--" She catches herself, remembering Gemma insisting she simply call her Gemma. She thinks that perhaps he might prefer the same as well. "Thomas," she says, still sounding just a little uncertain. "It's wonderful to meet you."
[The raccoon glances at the muffins again as you say sweets making a small sound as you talk about the book. Its strange as it looks like it wants to comfort you]
[It slinks closer chirping softly but as you as ask about Annabelle it pauses. It nods and you can see the mischief in its eyes spark and it chuckles softly]
[It takes a step forward and the world around it seems to warp and a small pop sound reaches you as it disappears right in front of your eyes. How strange]
[It returns holding another note in its mouth. Its strange. You can see intelligence behind its eyes that shouldn't be there and it can clearly understand every word you say but it cant seem to speak, only give you notes in wonky speech
[If they evil... why keep book?
I... have fren. Maybe he can break it?
You very nice
no try hurt me
Anebele
I borrow from her!
she pretty
very good baker!
work at bakery!!!
she veri gud with gun!
but bake better!
she...
not from here.
from the past!
i travel time!
space!
cause Chaos!
Agent R Chaos!!
You...
no magic?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> but have scari book?????
i have magic frens!!!!
i cause chaos big chaos
my naem Sam
what u name? nice lady?]
{Sam. Causing chaos and potentially risking blowing up the world one person at a time :D}
Cindy reads through the note from beginning to end without looking up, the corners of her mouth lifting more than once at the raccoon's wandering train of thought. By the time she reaches the bottom of the page, she finds herself reading a few lines over again, her expression caught somewhere between fond amusement and quiet disbelief.
She looks back toward the little creature, studying it for a moment as though seeing it a little differently than she had before.
"You certainly are full of surprises, Sam."
Her eyes drift back to the note, settling on a single line. The smile softens, and almost without thinking her hand comes to rest against the black book beside her.
"I'm afraid it isn't something your friend could help with. This book is far older... and far more powerful than anyone could possibly comprehend." She gives a small shake of her head. "I'd rather no one else became tangled up in it."
She folds the note carefully between her fingers before looking back at the raccoon, the heaviness leaving her expression as quickly as it came.
"It's lovely to meet you properly." A warm smile returns to her face. "My name's Cindy."
Her gaze drops briefly to the note once more before returning to Sam.
"And your friend..." she says, unable to help smiling again. "She sounds quite remarkable. I'd still very much like to meet her someday."
[Cindy brings her moped to a stop outside before taking the day's milk from the carrier. She walks over and gives the door a polite knock.]
"Good morning! Milk delivery."
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
*a small bat wearing a star jacket answers the door, he looks scared*
Cindy gives a small, apologetic shake of her head. "I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to meet them. But I have met Lucas and, um... I'm just here to give you the usual milk order."
She carefully holds out the bottle for him to take.
[Cindy brings her moped to a stop outside before taking the day's milk from the carrier. She walks over and gives the door a polite knock.]
"Good morning! Milk delivery."
@milk-from-the-hip @blogging-cindy
*a small bat wearing a star jacket answers the door, he looks scared*
Cindy smiles a little at the suggestion, surprised he'd even think to keep an eye out for something like that for her.
"That's very kind of you. But I wouldn't want you to go through all that trouble." She gives a small shake of her head "Besides... I'm not sure I want to stay at that flat much longer." She glances down. "I think... once I've figured out what I'm going to do next, then I can start thinking about baking again." Shifting in her seat, she turns her attention back to him.
A small smile finds its way onto her face as she listens to Andrew's response to her offer.
"I appreciate you saying that." She responds. "But you've done more for me than you know... and I'd still like to bake something for you one day, if you wouldn't mind. Not because I have to but because I'd like to."
(reflexively) Stop saying that. (He pauses, trying to sand away the edges.) What I mean is, it's no trouble for me to just pay attention if someone's moving out and giving away a free toaster over, or even an air fryer. And if you've moved to a better place by then, and you've got your own oven, then that's even better.
(Andrew stares at her, neutral and plain.) If something's really that big of a bother to me, I wouldn't have offered it in the first place.
(They lean back. It's strange how the harsh white light of the McDonald's still manage to soften when thrown onto her. Cindy just seems soft—or at least, she thinks of herself as such. Brave, but unaware of her bravery. Which is a pity, but not something for them to fix.)
(with an easy shrug) I can't stop you, if you want to bake something. I'm pretty open to any baked goods, to be honest. Savory ones, maybe.
Cindy falters, her fingers curling lightly as a quiet worry settles in that she might have annoyed him. She listens quietly as Andrew continues, and by the time he's finished, she manages a small smile.
"I'll keep that in mind, then. For when I'm able to bake again."
The conversation settles into a comfortable pause. Cindy glances around the restaurant, only then noticing how much quieter it has become than when they'd first arrived. It makes her realize just how much time has passed.
"Do you have university tomorrow? Or work?" she asks. "I hope I haven't kept you up too late."
Eh.... it'll be fine, don't worry about it. (He picks up the trash into his own tray, now empty, and pushes it aside.) It's probably late for you though, you have work tomorrow, right? Want me to walk you home? Or someplace you're staying for the night?
The question gives Cindy pause. She'd almost managed to forget that, sooner or later, the evening would have to come to an end, and with it the thought of returning to the flat she'd no longer felt safe calling home.
"Fortunately, I don't have work tomorrow," she says. "Though it is getting rather late."
Her gaze drifts briefly towards the restaurant windows, before glancing back at him.
"I'd appreciate it if you could walk me back, thank you. I'm still not very familiar with the area, and I'm afraid I might get myself lost otherwise."
Cindy smiles a little at the suggestion, surprised he'd even think to keep an eye out for something like that for her.
"That's very kind of you. But I wouldn't want you to go through all that trouble." She gives a small shake of her head "Besides... I'm not sure I want to stay at that flat much longer." She glances down. "I think... once I've figured out what I'm going to do next, then I can start thinking about baking again." Shifting in her seat, she turns her attention back to him.
A small smile finds its way onto her face as she listens to Andrew's response to her offer.
"I appreciate you saying that." She responds. "But you've done more for me than you know... and I'd still like to bake something for you one day, if you wouldn't mind. Not because I have to but because I'd like to."
(reflexively) Stop saying that. (He pauses, trying to sand away the edges.) What I mean is, it's no trouble for me to just pay attention if someone's moving out and giving away a free toaster over, or even an air fryer. And if you've moved to a better place by then, and you've got your own oven, then that's even better.
(Andrew stares at her, neutral and plain.) If something's really that big of a bother to me, I wouldn't have offered it in the first place.
(They lean back. It's strange how the harsh white light of the McDonald's still manage to soften when thrown onto her. Cindy just seems soft—or at least, she thinks of herself as such. Brave, but unaware of her bravery. Which is a pity, but not something for them to fix.)
(with an easy shrug) I can't stop you, if you want to bake something. I'm pretty open to any baked goods, to be honest. Savory ones, maybe.
Cindy falters, her fingers curling lightly as a quiet worry settles in that she might have annoyed him. She listens quietly as Andrew continues, and by the time he's finished, she manages a small smile.
"I'll keep that in mind, then. For when I'm able to bake again."
The conversation settles into a comfortable pause. Cindy glances around the restaurant, only then noticing how much quieter it has become than when they'd first arrived. It makes her realize just how much time has passed.
"Do you have university tomorrow? Or work?" she asks. "I hope I haven't kept you up too late."
[Cindy parks her moped and slips the milk carrier from its rack. Carrying it carefully, she heads up to the front door and knocks.]
"Good morning. I've brought your milk."
@blogging-cindy @milk-from-the-hip
(There's a silence, long enough that it almost seems there won't be an answer. Then there's the sound of clumsy footsteps and Clancy opens the door with his hair in a wild ponytail and his work clothes wrinkled like he slept in them.)
Cindy accepts the money, carefully slipping it away with a courteous smile. "Thank you. And I apologize for disturbing you." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she takes a small step back from the door. "But I won't take up too much of your time. I hope you and your partner have a good morning."
With the exchange finished, Cindy turns to walk back to her moped.
She notices the way he brushes off the mention of the ex-boyfriend, the quickness in how he moves past it without letting it linger. It's enough for her to understand not to dwell on it either, not to push where he clearly doesn't want to stay.
And then Cindy hears the word brave and her mind's reaction was to deny it immediately . Brave was the last word she would describe herself. In fact, anything good would be the last thing she would describe herself. She never deserved words like that, not really, not when she knew what she was like underneath it all.
She shifts slightly in her seat, grateful for the way he moves the conversation somewhere else, and lets herself follow his lead.
"I've actually gotten a job working at a local retail shop." She says. "It's been going great even though it wasn't at a bakery like I had hoped, and my employers have been very kind to me." She folds the corner of the wrapper over absentmindedly. "But I haven't given up my pursuit of baking. As soon as I can, I'm going to start baking again."
She lingers on the folded corner of the wrapper for a moment before looking back up at him.
"It would be good if I could bake something for you. To thank you for this evening."
Aww, that's nice. The old guy who runs the bookshop I work at, he doesn't really do anything? Obviously it's nice that I got left alone to do whatever I want quietly, but he's definitely not kind.
(Because it turns out to be a front for a local gang, Andrew adds internally.) It's good that you've found nice employers, though!
You could maybe thrift a toaster oven? It's definitely much smaller than what you're probably used to, but it'd be cheap and fit in a smaller place anyway. I can keep an eye out for any good offers, if you want; people give stuff away all the time whenever move-out season comes.
(The coke is pretty much empty now, the remaining syrup diluted by melting ice. Andrew sips it anyway, trying to dilute the sudden awkwardness of Cindy's offer. Ziplock bags of cookies left on window sills in their frequented alleys is one thing, having someone offer her thanks to their face is... quite another.)
You really don't have to. This is barely anything, really. You're not a bother or taking up my time or anything, there's nothing much to thanks. (jokes) Buy me a milkshake, if you must—kidding, kidding, I'm feeling full.
Cindy smiles a little at the suggestion, surprised he'd even think to keep an eye out for something like that for her.
"That's very kind of you. But I wouldn't want you to go through all that trouble." She gives a small shake of her head "Besides... I'm not sure I want to stay at that flat much longer." She glances down. "I think... once I've figured out what I'm going to do next, then I can start thinking about baking again." Shifting in her seat, she turns her attention back to him.
A small smile finds its way onto her face as she listens to Andrew's response to her offer.
"I appreciate you saying that." She responds. "But you've done more for me than you know... and I'd still like to bake something for you one day, if you wouldn't mind. Not because I have to but because I'd like to."
Cindy blinks at the unexpected addition, careful not to let anything fall. "Oh thank you that’s very kind of you. I would love to return the favour by baking you something." She carefully puts everything in the bag before turning back to Gemma with a smile. "But I best be on my way now. I hope you and your family have a good day."
She steps back from the doorway and heads off down the path toward her moped.
