Waiting Game (Briar)
May 10, 2011 14:17:00 GMT -5
Post by Sakhmet Richmond on May 10, 2011 14:17:00 GMT -5
Sakhmet had been deliriously excited to discover that up-and-coming chef Kat Tan would be doing a book signing in Pilot Ridge. She had all of Kat's books, every cooking magazine Kat had an interview in, and fought her brother's for the television whenever Kat made a TV appearance. The young Taiwanese chef was meta, which was the only explanation that Sakhmet had for her decision to make a stop in Pilot Ridge.
She had arrived a few minuted before the signing (read: twenty), clutching the newest Kat Tan book nervously. Ms. Tan was nowhere to be seen, but despite the lack of crowds Sakhmet told herself that obviously the star wasn't there yet because she didn't want to be bombarded before the appointed time. The masses still had twenty minutes to arrive, after all.
The twenty minutes passed by at an excruciatingly slow pace, and Sakhmet found her gaze flicking back to her watch again and again. A few other admirers wandered in, taking their place in line.
Sakhmet scratched at her fashionably ripped black tights, sweat prickling along her arms and down her back. It had felt chillier when she left the house; she wondered if the bookstore even had any air-conditioning running. It didn't feel like it.
Thirty minutes ticked by. She shifted uncomfortably in her purple heels. Where was the star? She hadn't expected her to be late! And none of the employees seemed the least bit interested in filling in the small crowd that had gathered.
She sighed in annoyance, turning to the person behind her. "I thought she was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago! Did I get the time wrong?"
But she knew she hadn't; she'd written it in her calendar the moment she'd seen the flier.
She had arrived a few minuted before the signing (read: twenty), clutching the newest Kat Tan book nervously. Ms. Tan was nowhere to be seen, but despite the lack of crowds Sakhmet told herself that obviously the star wasn't there yet because she didn't want to be bombarded before the appointed time. The masses still had twenty minutes to arrive, after all.
The twenty minutes passed by at an excruciatingly slow pace, and Sakhmet found her gaze flicking back to her watch again and again. A few other admirers wandered in, taking their place in line.
Sakhmet scratched at her fashionably ripped black tights, sweat prickling along her arms and down her back. It had felt chillier when she left the house; she wondered if the bookstore even had any air-conditioning running. It didn't feel like it.
Thirty minutes ticked by. She shifted uncomfortably in her purple heels. Where was the star? She hadn't expected her to be late! And none of the employees seemed the least bit interested in filling in the small crowd that had gathered.
She sighed in annoyance, turning to the person behind her. "I thought she was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago! Did I get the time wrong?"
But she knew she hadn't; she'd written it in her calendar the moment she'd seen the flier.
