12-21-2025, 12:06 PM
The woman responded to her Happy New Year with one of her own, and Casey’s own smile broadened at the attention. It was such a simple thing, but it was always nice to have. There were several diaries here, a Casey was sure she could find one that she liked.
The woman though offered the blue journal to her. She held it so Casey could see it clearly, her offer a generous one in the new year. Casey adjusted her scarf as the woman continued.
”Do they?” she said, her Tennessee accent circling the words were amusement, but she wasn’t mocking. Casey understood what the woman was saying very well. You just knew when you picked it up that the journal was the right one, but the offer of the journal had been endearing to Casey. This woman had a pretty face as well as a pretty personality. The warmth the words had brought to her was almost as comforting as the coffee in her hands.
Casey’s eyes went to the journal in her hands. She felt the offer and it was what she had needed to let go. Casey agreed they seemed to pick the right person, and although Casey had liked it, she had walked away. ”I think this one picked you,” she said, the smile not diminishing as her own desire for the journal changed. She wanted this woman to have it.
Casey turned back to look at the other journals, but not so far as to turn her back on the woman. She looked at a couple, but her eyes seemed to glance over them as she worked on the courage to say one of the most nerve wracking things you could say to a stranger that you thought was attractive: an introduction. Casey faced her as she did, her mouth smiling around the words. ”I’m Casey,”
The woman though offered the blue journal to her. She held it so Casey could see it clearly, her offer a generous one in the new year. Casey adjusted her scarf as the woman continued.
”Do they?” she said, her Tennessee accent circling the words were amusement, but she wasn’t mocking. Casey understood what the woman was saying very well. You just knew when you picked it up that the journal was the right one, but the offer of the journal had been endearing to Casey. This woman had a pretty face as well as a pretty personality. The warmth the words had brought to her was almost as comforting as the coffee in her hands.
Casey’s eyes went to the journal in her hands. She felt the offer and it was what she had needed to let go. Casey agreed they seemed to pick the right person, and although Casey had liked it, she had walked away. ”I think this one picked you,” she said, the smile not diminishing as her own desire for the journal changed. She wanted this woman to have it.
Casey turned back to look at the other journals, but not so far as to turn her back on the woman. She looked at a couple, but her eyes seemed to glance over them as she worked on the courage to say one of the most nerve wracking things you could say to a stranger that you thought was attractive: an introduction. Casey faced her as she did, her mouth smiling around the words. ”I’m Casey,”