𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ╱ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ " 𝒂s i said before you went to see him, he's 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 the handful to speak with, "

⠀ Clinic is 𝐍͟𝐎͟𝐓 open! Sign clearly said 𝐃͟𝐎͟ ͟ ͟𝐍͟𝐎͟𝐓͟ ͟ ͟𝐄͟𝐍͟𝐓͟𝐄͟𝐑͟.͟ᐟ" Hostility exhibited, unappreciative of uninvited presence, and not a single word spoken by her ever heeded.

»Stood equanimous——patient, every unanswered second minded not, for she, alone, has all the time to spare 'til Promised Paradise is fin'lly achieved.

𝙎𝙝𝙚, whose mannerism a peculiarity on its own. 𝐖ords' absence brought no clarification, which in result, precious time a-wasted. Unappreciative, Brigid's countenance twisted discontented. Impatient. "Well? What you wait for : : Engraved invitation.ᐣ.ᐟ"

" i've never said i was oblivious to her present location, " he rudely corrected, only to sigh, and return to playing the piano as she looked over the note. cohen hadn't a clue what was said within, and even with his more prying nature, the artist would keep it that way.

" oh, i always knew where she was. but that would be telling 𝒏ow— wouldn't it? " as he said this, he slipped a small letter out of his coat pocket. placing it down atop the piano, he gestured for her to take it. a note, from the woman she was looking for, no doubt.