“I enjoy the way the falling snow absorbs all the sound around you. You are in your own world, with your own thoughts, and you either love it, or hate it. But the way you say it is quite beautiful.” Words were never her strong suit; she wasn’t someone who could make words pretty.
Nodding briefly, “It’s always good to have money on hand. You never know when technology will go down.” Plus, she’s always enjoyed cold, hard cash.
Gabriel appears with an envelope and hands it to Ale who quickly counts it in the envelope before handing it to Mason, “Feel free to count it if you like.” Gabriel also hands over a bag, red and black, with the mentioned bottle of wine from earlier. He had made it to the wine cellar to retrieve it. If he does count the money, he will find a considerable tip included.
Smirking, “It’s an artfully and skillfully crafted piece, it deserves to be somewhere it can be seen. I currently don’t have my piano in here, it’s in the lounge, so it will make a wonderful focal point.” There was a laugh at the humor, “Especially in an Italian restaurant.” Trying to build on it, not knowing if it would be successful or not. Stepping back, far enough to not be included in said picture, “You can go ahead and take a picture of it.” That way he didn’t misunderstood her wanting to be included in said picture.
“Does it? Then I’ll have to make sure to send you an invite when it happens. I have some pieces I would enjoy hearing your take on.”