Scene setting:
2-bedroom apartment, Brooklyn | 2:30 PM
In the crammed apartment the 3 women were off to their usual mayhem. Jane was curled on the armrest, reading a vampire novel and muttering the words on every turn of the page. Faith was in her room, a mess of art supplies, clothes, and vinyls that she swapped out like clothing. Her room bounced off the R&B tracks like gospel. Humming a SZA line that she memorised with more effort than her class schedules. Down the hallway, the room to the left of the wall ending the passage was Bobbi's room, minimalistic in the sense that the only personal touches were her sketchbook of tattoo designs, a pile of shoes she scavenged at thrift shops when her pockets were tight and Faith needed new clothing and the portraits of her parents on her drawer and framed photo of her, Jane and Faith in their goofy version of a family photo. Her eyes gazed at the photos, a reminder of what she lost and what she still had. Her only reason to push through a shxty day.
A soft, hesitant tap sounded. Peeking in was Faith, her steps were soft as if trying to be stealthy. Her eyes focused on the photos too."I miss them every day." She whispered.
"Me too," Bobbi responded, softly, and reached over to her baby sis to wrap her in a hug. They stood there just comforting each other. Despite all the trials and errors, they always regroup to support one another as that's all they have.
Scene change,
Quercus, wood shop, Brooklyn | 3:15 PM
The shop was filled with the usual sounds of saws cutting wood, nails hammered down with thunderous sound and sawdust in the air. Bo was busy on an oak dining table, his arms moved with the instincts of years of experience, his fingertips became accustomed to the different textures of wood, from its raw surface to its smooth end after polishing.
"Hey, boss." A voice called out. It belonged to Fergy, his trainee. The thin moustache, grey beanie-wearing trainee who isn't his most skilled worker but has the stubborn drive to never give up.
"What is it Fergy?" Bo asked, attention still. On the dining table.
"J-just wanted to ask if you liked the tattoo shop?"
Bo finally turned to him, arms crossed. "Oh...the shop was ok. I found the company far more interesting."
"Really? In what sense?" He asked.
Bo slightly moved towards the chisel on the table. "Let's just say, I'll be visiting soon." He said.
"Yeah, when are you going?".
"That's for me to know and you to get back to work." He chimed in, not wanting to waste any more time on his meddling.
"It's been 2 days since the pastry date...why didn't I get a number at least?" He muttered to himself, returning to his project.
The shop is going back to its rhythm of work. The lingering memorised of the date still played in their minds but the city demanded its constant tempo.