Delia wiped her hands off on a dishrag, then turned to Talan. She nodded as he finished talking. "I like people, but I like them one at a time," she laughed. She hopped off to untie her apron and hung it up, then climbed onto the stool by him again. "Too many people at once make me nervous."
She fell silent, kicking her feet childishly. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. She really didn't like crowds. She looked around the room, feeling a little alone. Everyone else seemed happy and at home, but she felt uncomfortable and lost. Well, everyone but Talan.
She looked out of the corner of her eye at the man, who was letting her have her peace. She liked him, she realized. He reminded her of her elder brother, her only sibling, who was twelve years her senior, married with two children. He had always treated her like an adult, and not like one of his children. His wife was another story, but that was beside the point.
She turned to Talan suddenly. "What brings you to the Inn?" she asked.
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