Falowik and Uien
Falowik had lost count of how many breaths he had taken, waiting at the counter, waiting and waiting for someone whose face he recognized. Not a one. At least the music made it bearable. He glanced at Uien, who had been smiling and swaying to the rhythm of the music.
"Maybe all our friends are gone," he said to her.
She looked at him, her smile unwavering. "You have lost patience."
"It has been.... over half an hour, as the hobbits would say. My stomach is beyond growling."
"Your tone makes up for it, Laurëatan," she laughed. "I will go into the kitchen and see what I can find."
She walked through the door to the kitchen, leaving Falowik to drum his fingers on the counter or on his belly, wondering if he really wanted to be here.
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