Des: ClothMature

Des was trying to practice, but her mind refused to focus on what she was doing. She kept slipping, but always caught herself just in time. She finally decided that she should take a break. She floated to the ground and leaned against the practice pole, taking deep breathes. When she opened her eyes, she saw Jim standing there. She blushed.

"Hey, Des," Jim said, grinning. "Your act is looking pretty good."

Des blushed again. "Thank you." She said softly. She looked at him, and her eyes drifted to his arm. "Do you still have that cloth?" She asked, wanting to see the colors again.

Jim grinned and pulled out the 'magic handkerchief' from his bag. "Yeah, I've been practicing a little sleight of hand, just for fun."

"It's really cool." Des said. Her voice was still soft as she spoke. It always seemed to be soft, but even more so around Jim. "And there's so many colors..." Des reached out to touch the cloth.

"Here, you can keep it if you like."

Des looked at him with wide eyes. "Really?"

"It's just a cheep magic trick," Jim shrugged, "I can get another one,"

"Thank you." Des was still amazed. She hadn't gotten a gift from anyone in years, not since her mothers death. She hugged it against her chest and smiled at him. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"Ah, don't mention it," Jim ran a hand through his hair, a little embarrassed. "It's really nothing."

Des nodded. She didn't want to put it away quite yet, so she kept hold of it. "What's your favorite color?" She didn't even really realize she had asked it until it slipped out of her mouth. She blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh. Sorry. You don't have to answer that. You probably need to get back to work."

"Well," Jim glanced at his watch. "I probably do need to go back to work," He turned back towards the big top. "It's indigo by the way. A kind of blue." He said over his shoulder, then, whistling a soft tune, walked away.

Des listened carefully to his tune, watching him as he slowly disappeared from sight. She let out a heavy sigh. Then, tucking the cloth away carefully in her pocket, she got back to practice. 

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