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Mia listened to Solenne's brief summary of his musical forays. [color=6ecff6]"Metal and rock?"[/color] she echoed, glancing over Solenne's attire, groomed and sophisticated, with which the strains of an electric guitar did not appear to be compatible with. She let the shock roll over, and then huffed in laughter. Solenne would be an astonishing enigma to puzzle. [color=6ecff6]"I would never have guessed."[/color]

Abruptly, Delilah materialised by their table. Mia started in her seat, disengaging their hands in surprise. She listened to Delilah recount their predicament, at a loss. She hardly knew anyone in the city, much less one who could strum guitar strings and put up an impromptu performance. But as it was, Solenne suggested, [i]"You go back to work and I’ll go pick up my guitar hmm?”[/i] Mia openly gaped at him - he would be willing to perform on so short a notice? - before she could collect herself, and shut her jaw. [color=6ecff6]"It should figure,"[/color] she said, as Delilah - positively skipping at their unprecedented heaven-sent Messiah - left them to return to her post, a smile toying at her lips. She pushed her chair back, and stood. [color=6ecff6]"The man who has lived in ancient Rome can pluck a mean guitar. Or were you also proficient with the lyre?"[/color] She began to walk a few paces, but they were half-hearted steps away to the counter, her hands creeping behind her back to refasten the strings of her apron.