[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]


Paige watched the small windsock fixed to the outside of the truck dance momentarily as their host attended to some of the departing customers and the cooks in front of her continued their well-choreographed dance throughout the small kitchen. The whole production seemed like the genuine article, but she wasn’t passing final judgment until the food came out, though judging by the smell, it wouldn’t be disappointing. She was watching the rest of Central Point with her head propped up by her arm on the small fold-out table when the water came out. One thing was for certain now: after this a nap would be required. [i]You’re like an old woman, Paige, geez.[/i]. Some internal voice chastised as she contemplated going back down to Milo’s and crashing on the couch until they decided what they were going to do for the evening. The worn leather sofa in his living room literally swallowed people up. It was heavenly. 

The conversation started as there was a small break between customers and it was only the three of them plus the busy cooks. The redhead, Alison, was several years younger by estimation and was full of conversation along with a nice French accent, that was a little unexpected. Paige sipped at her water through a straw as the girl talked, but also very carefully turned the cup, which appeared to be handmade, and studied the designs. She had always been very tom-boyish, never really following modern styles or trends, she dressed very purposefully for her job, seldom wore a lot of makeup and until Sio came around, rarely braided her hair, but if she had one female vice, it was [i]dishes[/i]. Tea sets, silverware, plates, an 18th century salt cellar... the more eclectic the better. She couldn’t explain it. 

“Paige,” She said with a casual smirk, glancing up and making eye contact with both of them, sensing it was her turn to make acquaintances. She didn’t speak a lot of French other than knowing the Haitian-Creole slang, but being from South Florida her Spanish was on point and even carried a hint of Columbian. She was curious where their host hailed from since none of them were from Sol City. “I don’t really have any plans…” She said with a small shrug. “Other than hopefully take a dynamite nap after I eat this sandwich.” She glanced at him quizzically, narrowing her gaze slightly and holding the cup in hand. "Do you sell these cups?"

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