Maggie had been casually listening to one of her other customers, a dear friend from school. Leaning against the table he was at, she was smirking as he recalled some sort of grand tale–One that Maggs was almost certain it didn’t happen as such. She raised a quick brow at him, hands moving deftly in the sign language she’s had years to learn. Her friend saw and only rolled his eyes, before continuing his story for the other people listening.
The door chimed, and Maggie saw a man walk in, and she gave a wave, heading back behind the counter, tucking hair behind her ear.