Bo sat in the food court on a high stool, kicking his feet in the air and singing softly (a little German ditty from the 1940's). Every now and then he'd interrupt his song to sip from the soda on the table beside him.
Apparently, he was going for 'girl' today, because he was wearing a long, slightly puffy 'peasant' skirt and a baggy-yet-feminine top. Basically, the only things that kept one from thinking 'hippy' immediately were his sleek bob and his usual chunky boots.
He glanced around the food court. Crowded today. Surely he'd have some company soon...it wasn't as if there was anywhere else to sit.

Violet looked around the crowded room in dismay, her dark eyes flitting from one side to the other as she searched for an empty seat. She didn't like crowds at the best of times, but at least there weren't people packed close around her... Violet shook her head to get rid of the image, and the tightness in her throat that had come with it. Her gaze settled on Bo, and the one empty seat.

She's probably saving that seat,... but it can't hurt to ask, Vi thought, and made her way over. In one hand, she had a small shopping bag, and in the other, a plastic tray with her lunch on it. She had on the usual jeans rolled up at the cuff, sandals, and a grape juice purple t-shirt that slipped off on her left shoulder.

When she reached Bo, she pointed to the empty chair with the hand holding the plastic bag. "Excuse me,... is this seat taken?"

"Not at all, feel free." he patted the seat beside him with a welcoming smile. "So what brings you here today?"

"Thanks," Violet smiled timidly and sat down. She held up the plastic bag. "Well, I ran out of ink,... and I broke my favorite pen, so I came here to get replacements for both. Also, needed another bottle of white ink..."
She took out one of the old-fashioned-looking glass ink bottles to show him, then put it back in the bag. "How about you? What are you here for?"

"Really? You use a...a what is it called? A calligraphic...a dipping pen?" He smiled sheepishly. "I forget specific names sometimes. I think that is very interesting. I am here passing the time, I have off work today."

"No worries, I know what you mean anyway," Violet shrugged, setting her inking supplies on the table, away from the edge, and weighting them down with the tray. Force of habit had her make sure that anything that would make a mess if broken was kept out of harm's way.
She took in Bo's explanation, and nodded. "Cool. I work late afternoon, evening shifts, so I've got a few hours yet before I have to get to work," she smirked. "Oh, - I'm Violet, by the way. What's your name?"

"Bo. Pleased to meet you, Violet."
Keye had told him about her, of course, but he didn't say as much.

"Likewise, Bo," she said, taking her drink off the plastic tray and taking a sip of it. The name rang a bell, but she wasn't thinking too hard about it. Adding to that - Keye had referred to Bo as a he, and this person didn't really look like one. "Whew,... it's busy here today, isnt it? I never liked this place much, but even less when it's all crowded like this."

"Oh, I rather like it." he grinned dazzlingly. "It's lots of fun, to have all sorts of people all together. Lots to watch. Maybe even meet somebody new...like yourself."

She returned the grin, but weakly. "Yeah,... yeah, I guess. I don't mind watching. And meeting new people's always nice. I just don't like being in the middle of it all. It's too loud, too much pressure, if you know what I mean. I can't stand it, really."

"That happens. You are shy?"
He tilted his head, smiling.
"That is how it sometimes is, with people who do not like crowds. I do like crowds."

"Not - well,... sorta, yeah," she said guiltily, as if being shy was a small crime. "Well, if it's your sort of thing, then that's how it is. I just can't get comfortable when I'm surrounded by people."

"Well that is too bad...would you like to go somewhere else?"
Not that there was anywhere else to go...
Then again, it was unlikely that someone would come charging after them if they walked off with one of the cheap plastic trays.

"No, I'll stay here. It's not like it's going to kill me," Violet smirked. "Unless you want me to go. In which case, I will."

"Doesn't matter to me, I'd just rather you weren't uncomfortable."
He shrugged.
"So...what's going on in your life right now?"
He does not, by the way, consider this noseyness. He probably should.

Violet didn't consider it nosiness either,... but that's because she considers most things about her life to be ordinary and boring. Those few things that aren't, aren't things she would tell a random stranger. "Umm,..." she drummed her fingers on the table, thinking. "Well,... heh. It's,- my birthday next week. Monday, I think. I'll be turning nineteen."

"Happy birthday!" he raised his near-empty soda cup in a mock toast.
"Nothing worrying going on, I hope?"

She smiled, relaxing a little.
"Heh. No, not really. Not anymore," she shook her head. She and Dave had gotten through the weekend's performances without any further awful incidents. Keye wasn't going to die, though she'd only known he might have after the fact. Everything was going quite wel, actually. "How about you? Is everything going along smoothly?"

"Things are all right, mostly." He chewed the inside of his lip. "Well, not that all right, I made a couple of really stupid mistakes, recently. But I think it'll be okay."

"Oh? Why's that?" she asked, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand.

"If you don't mind my asking, that is," she added hastily.

He blushed (rather attractively, if I may say so...but then, he's masquerading as a girl at the moment, so Violet probably wouldn't notice).
"Well, it's a bit...personal. Let's just say I got involved with the wrong person at the wrong time, without thinking."

Violet nodded slowly.
"Oh, I... see." She didn't, really. "Well, I hope that turns out alright for you, anyway."

It wouldn't have occurred to her to find Bo attractive, even if she'd known that Bo was male. Not her type,... and besides, she shouldn't be checking out other guys. She had Dave, after all.

"Thank you. I'm sure it will."
Bo smiled. He could fix most things, after all, and he might have already fixed the one he was talking about.
Or maybe he was overconfident.

She nodded, and turned her attention to the plastic bag. As if suddenly remembering something, she fumbled around in it for a moment, then gave an irritated sigh.
"Oh shoot," she muttered.

"What's the matter?" Bo asked brightly. He sounded delighted. Change of subject, you know.
"Forgotten something?"

"Yes, that's exactly it," she said, shaking her head. She grinned wryly. "What's the good of new pens and ink without any paper to write on? I knew there was something else I needed, but I didn't think of it until now. Well, at least I remembered before I got home..."
She stood up.
"I'll see you later. I'd better go get some paper before I forget again."

"All right, see you around, then!" He gave a little wave and decided that the next time they met, he'd dress as a boy.