Dialogue color: #408080 Location: Cafe/Street
David glanced around the cafe, not really taking in his surroundings. He was there to play, not watch, after all. His fingers were playing songs mechanically in a way that was practically second nature to him now. He didn't like playing in cafes much, they wanted just some nice background music for costumers. Nothing loud or original, and certainly no singing. But it paid well, and he wouldn't turn down a job. Bored in his current actions, David's thoughts began to wander to the people walking in and out of the cafe. The ones further away were kind of blurry since he'd forgotten his glasses at home. Again. But some of the people sitting and talking closer by he could see. No one really of interest though, some rich man on the phone, a girl with some tea. Someone came in, and even though he couldn't see her very clearly he could tell she had time. Just had that sort of air about her. His suspicions were confirmed when she got something to drink and sat, soon to be interrupted by a man asking if she was Bianca Salazar. David paused, wondering where he'd heard the name. Wasn't she an author? The man sat down, and David quickly lost interest and began scanning the cafe for any other amusement. Not much around.
After a pause David realized his fingers had stopped playing, but the manager hadn't seemed to notice. Deciding it was about time for a break anyways, David slipped off the stool he'd been perched on and slung the guitar over his shoulder. He didn't trust people enough to leave it around, even in the nice part of town. Sure, he hadn't paid for the guitar in the first place since it was a gift, but that didn't mean he was willing to pay for a new one either. After a quick exchange with the manager to make sure the guy didn't think he was just leaving, David stepped outside. Apparently author girl was popular, because he could see literal swarms of people by a bookstore where he was sure she had been signing books. He supposed it could have been a different author in there and her arrival at the cafe was just coincidence, but he doubted it. Especially since the people by the bookstore didn't seem to be moving anywhere- like they were waiting for something.
"They really have nothing better to do than stand there?" he muttered to himself while digging a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.