"Can't believe both times I ran into you, it was in such a rude way. I'm really sorry about that."
Though Simon was Black, growing up in Viremont gave him that signature Viremontese gentleman vibe. He clearly felt bad for the twice-offending Celeste.
"It's no big deal, stuff like that in business doesn't really count as personal," Celeste smiled, pouring a cup of chrysanthemum tea and handing it to him. "Try this-homemade by the innkeeper. It's a local specialty."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. You came to Mistcloud for the Northweald Jewelry Expo too?"
Simon's eyes lit up.
"So that's why you're here too?"
"Yep. Not exactly vacation season for me. If it weren't for the expo, I'd never get time off to wander out here like you."
And just like that, the flicker in Simon'
