In the Mirror Maze, the Dancer had brought in a few extra chairs for the meeting. She was delighted to meet the new people, especially without the mask. There were four of them now, and at this time last year, she recalled it was only herself.
It was the evening, and the park was virtually closed when it was this time of the day in the early days of Spring. Still, Sasha put up the sign the closed sign just in case someone were to trickle through.
Inside, there was coffee of course, and a small fridge full of beverages. A plate of petite fours was sitting on the desk in spring like colors, since that was what the grocery store had in stock. The Dancer couldn't cook much past single meals, and baking was chemistry, which was not her forte.
She sat in the chair behind the desk, a notebook open and blank to one side, the other side, various notes for the Blue Note. There were four chairs around a small coffee table that she brought from home for the meeting. Her hair to the side which seemed to compliment the suede jacket, tight pants and boots she wore and studied the items on the list in front of her.