Kiara and I move into our new apartment next week.
Before Samuel said that he was closing the carnival, Claire could see something on his face. There was something…sad, more or less, that was lingering in his eyes and tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sadness, tainted with weariness-how many times had she seen a similar expression on Peter’s face when he didn’t think she was looking? Her own smile turned sad when he finally got the words out, and it was hard to restrain herself and keep from hounding him with questions about his decision. Ultimately, it was his decision-it wasn’t necessarily her place to question it, though she couldn’t help but wonder what that would mean for the carnival family. “Closing for good, closing?
Samuel ran his hand over his face, trying to rid any signs of sadness before he continued. “No,” he began, his mouth in a gentle curve. “Just until summer. Kiara and I are going to move to a little apartment, I think.” Biting on his lower lip, he thought back to those real estate catalogues, wondering what he would do to come across such an apartment. “But enough about me, love. How have you been?”
Tame but not without its own beauty, Samuel. She shrugs, smiling. That’s a matter of opinion, I suppose. My job is a bit off the beaten path, but it depends on how extraordinary you find very short French Canadian women to be. I went to medical school, I play the cello, but that’s really the best of it all. Is yours?
Smiling, Samuel shrugged his shoulders and rested his hands on his hips. People are extraordinary in their own right, Zora. I happen to find short French Canadian women to be extra extraordinary. He chuckles a bit before rubbing at his chin. So, you’re a musician?
My mother is an anthropologist, I’m honestly very lucky that my name is as tame as it is. It’s Slavic, if you were wondering, and it means ‘light of dawn’, or so I’ve been told. She brushes a curl out of her eyes absently. Is it really? I don’t know if it’s extraordinary, but it’s certainly uncommon. Samuel is quite a nice name as well, you know.
I think Samuel is as tame as it gets, miss. He smiles and rubs his hand over his jaw, down to his chin. With a meaning like that, I would say that is pretty extraordinary. Is your life as extraordinary as your name, Zora?
A real job. I’d like one of those too. [Peter laughs lightly.] What kind of work would you like to have?
One that pays, Peter. Even if it’s flipping burgers. Though I can’t imagine there will be many places looking to hire an old washed up carny with a criminal record.
-Of course Virginie halts for a moment when she sees Samuel standing there with his arms wide open, she did so the first time he greeted her this way and she does so now, but this time, she relents much faster. Her arms are still lowered, no embrace on her part, but she’s willing to accept it, and finally, she manages to smile in turn, slightly, after a look around.- I figured this would make for a pleasant lunch break. And I am glad to see that everything is still as it was when we parted. How have you been?
"It’s wonderful to see you, Virginie," he says before releasing her and smiling, noticing that her approach to the hug was getting a little warmer each time he done it, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t be hugging back any time soon. "I’ve been good, but I have a bit of news that you might not like…" Eyeing her reaction, he decided not to leave her in suspense for too long. A sigh escaped his mouth before he clasped his hands and smiled. "I’m closing the carnival, at least until summer of next year."
Once in a while, Claire felt the need to retreat to the carnival and escape to familiar territory in a big city that sometimes felt a little overwhelming. And, despite all that had happened at the carnival in the past, coming here was nothing short of nostalgic for the blonde. This was where she’d grown far more comfortable with her ability and herself, after all. When she saw Samuel, Claire smiled and welcomed the hug. “Good to see you, Samuel.” Claire stepped back, smiling up at him. “How have you been?”
Wrapping his arms around Claire, he smiled and gently squeezed before releasing her and placing his hands on her shoulders. “You too, Claire,” he began before flinging his arms up and letting out a sigh. “I’ve been…well, I’ve been all over the place.” Running a free hand through his hair, he was unsure whether to tell her about his decision to close the carnival until summer but his mind was quickly changed when he re-ran memories in his mind of her presence at the carnival before. She had played a big part in it’s success. “Carnival is closing, love,” he said, smiling warmly.
"Kiara, go tell the others that dinner will be in an hour," Samuel said, planting a kiss on the young girl’s head before she ran off to follow his orders. When she was gone, he pulled out a few real estate catalogs, flipping through them before shoving them to the side and stepping out of his caravan. A smile came to his face as he saw a familiar face walking towards him. "Well, this is a nice surprise," he said, reaching them with open arms.