Kira isn't sure he can have eyes in this place and not know who Queenie is. If it wasn't Credence waxing poetic about her inner and outer beauty, or Sonny doing his damnedest to ask for condoms without saying why, he'd know her well enough from lunches at the inn. Hell, he'd know her most days for the feeling he's attached to those curls: a golden net casting again and again into the sea.
Coming up on her today, she's only standing, only staring over the water. It seems odd to find her alone, but maybe that's why he hasn't made a point of taking up her time too often. Alone is something easier to find this side of the walls, and he's made the trek several times since news of the peach tree came back.
It's easier to justify a walk on the beach with something to bring home. "What brings you all the way out here," he asks, wandering into the surf to give his approach some noise. He almost follows up with a question about Sonny, remembering the trouble the man was having earlier, but his rewewed sense of the world has held for these few weeks. "How are you," he asks instead.
7I Shore
Coming up on her today, she's only standing, only staring over the water. It seems odd to find her alone, but maybe that's why he hasn't made a point of taking up her time too often. Alone is something easier to find this side of the walls, and he's made the trek several times since news of the peach tree came back.
It's easier to justify a walk on the beach with something to bring home. "What brings you all the way out here," he asks, wandering into the surf to give his approach some noise. He almost follows up with a question about Sonny, remembering the trouble the man was having earlier, but his rewewed sense of the world has held for these few weeks. "How are you," he asks instead.