out of the ordinary

Cass decided to strike out on his own at the winter craft festival. He knew no one would be interested in the craft show but him. Besides, it was good to wander around the University and see if he could figure his way around. He really wasn't good at directions.

But he found the art building soon enough and took a good look at the student's art before he headed in to see what the vendors had. Of course, there wasn't much he was really fond of. It was easy to see he couldn't make anything anyone would really want to buy.

There were clearances of Christmas ornaments and wreaths. But looking at all the valentines did brighten his day, and then he saw her in line at the quick cafe ordering hot chocolate.

Cass winced trying to remember her name. He thought he heard her say the day she was at the coffee shop. Except she was dressed differently today. He couldn't stop watching her and caught himself smiling.

There was something gypsy like about her or perhaps a free bird in her quirky attire. Soon he caught her eye and she smiled and even bought him a hot chocolate.

"You..you were at the coffee shop, other day," Cass smiled.

"No, I wasn't." She shook her head, no. "I don't drink coffee."

"Oh." Cass guessed he should be quiet, thanked her for the hot chocolate and sipped the sweet drink.

She told him her name was Azealia. They walked down the empty corridors where there was more student art.

Cass didn't say anything, wondering if she might be lying to him. He didn't think her name was Azealia. If only he had proof, but maybe he didn't need to know. When she asked him his name, he told her his name was Casper.

She laughed softly, "I always wanted to meet a Casper."

Cass couldn't help but smile back. She took him to the textile department at the University. There was a sewing room there.

"I don't really care for the sewing machines here." She said she had one of her own, but it was her grandmother's. It was very old, yet a very good machine. Azealia liked to go thrifting. Before he knew it, they'd found a thrift shop, far from the Winter Craft festival.

Cass felt he'd found another world with Azealia.