A piece of blue skies

Who: Angelo, open to Elle
Where: Nighthawk's Diner
When: midday

So what if it had been raining? Who cared about the drab skies left behind even when the rain stopped? Not Angelo, not on either score. He'd woken dreary as ever on the morning following a night with his pipe, but hopeful. Today was the day, the day of the sale.

And it wasn't even about the money to him, it was more that this was the first connection outside of the city's art scene to occur in a while. So seldomly did it ever seem to happen for Angelo where people even glanced twice at his work, and Elle? Elle wanted to own one of them.

So even if the skies were grey, it didn't matter. Angelo had a wedge of blue skies with him. He'd wrapped it an hour ago after getting in touch with Elle's household, scheduling a chance to meet her over a coffee, and even the brown paper covering the canvas didn't hamper his enthusiasm. Really, he was nervous. And with good reason, seeing as how he'd become somewhat focused on the brief impression he'd gotten from the girl. Her condition seemed strange but fitting, and the lack of spoken words didn't weigh on him one bit.

She was, in his memory, someone who spoke volumes effortlessly despite her lack of a voice. Granted, it also didn't hurt that Angelo was prone to listening to himself ramble. And he was hoping he wouldn't do much of that as he waited, half a plate of pancakes still sitting in front of him as Angelo's gaze bounced between the diner's door and the wrapped painting.