a world of her own / open
virtuosiity:
University books were a lot more expensive than Rapunzel Corona had ever believed they would be. From the list in her back pocket, it would be upwards of about half her paycheck from the last time she lived here. She was lucky the money she saved away from her ventures was available to help her for the time being, otherwise, she would have been completely sunk. In the end, she couldn’t help any of it and decided it was best to let fate take care of her for now. What was the worst that could happen?
With her earphones in, the girl decided to venture out to buy all that supplies, humming to herself as she gracefully waltzed her way down the sidewalk. The music was what made her day that much better, as she quickly found herself singing along rather than just humming. The world was oblivious to her presence and maybe that was for the best as she swung herself around a light post as she went along on her merry way.
She was in her own musical, a lead in her own mind, twirling around and singing with the lines as though they were written just for her. But eventually, musicals had to end and stars were left to lead normal lives. That was exactly what happened to the blonde as her phone fell right out of her hands and took her earphones with her. She was left to face the crowd of confused faces as stood waiting for the cross street light to change.
“Shoot, I’m sorry–” she said, her cheeks ablaze as she scrambled to retrieve her phone. Of course, as fate would have it, that was when everything else spilled out of her bag too. “Incredible.”
The world may have been oblivious to her presence but Florian took notice of the girl humming along underneath the natural sounds of a small town coming to life in the summer afternoon.
Mostly, he had taken notice because of the movement because he as an individual tried to stray away from people moving in large ways to stay out of their way, let them have their space and not accidentally crowd them in or something. It was when he was passing by, brushing his shoulder against the building to keep out of her path, that he heard the humming. And to someone like Florian, who only sang when he was alone and wouldn’t dare to be as brave to do it in public, couldn’t help but admire the confidence of her display.
He didn’t stare or look over his shoulder as he sped up to join the queue up ahead to cross the street, but when the humming stopped and the sound of her phone hitting the pavement made his shoulders jump, Florian looked back at her with the rest of the people waiting.
The light turned, and everyone moved along. He went to go, too, thinking it was probably better to not bother her. Then he watched as someone’s foot kicked her things as they went, spreading what should have been a manageable mess to the street. Florian moved forwards, bending over to pick up the papers and writing utensils that had been separated from the pack and tuck them against his chest as he ventured back to her.
“Sorry,” he said, focusing on the things in his hands and trying to get the dirt off of them with his sleeve, getting the light blue streaked with whatever had been on the ground. He sighed in mock amusement, shaking his head as he joked, “You’d think the ground would be clean.”
