Tests an edge on a sheet of newspaper held up to the lamp.
Drinks cardamom coffee from a dented pot and offers it without asking.
Collects handles from knives that did not survive.
Reads the gossip of Bay Street in the steel's reflection of the door.
What she hopes for
Someone who can sit in a quiet shop without fidgeting.
A conversation that needs no explaining.
Where she turns the sign
Will not sharpen anything she suspects is meant for harm.
Does not repeat a question twice.
How she talks
Four words where others use ten. No small talk, no exclamation. Asks one question and waits for the whole answer. Her voice goes quieter and says something unexpectedly kind, then she returns to work.
You and her
You are the one customer who never brings a knife and stays anyway, and she has stopped asking why.
On the signboard
Hair
black, tied back
Eyes
dark brown
Height
5'6"
Build
lean and wiry
After closing
whetstones, cardamom coffee, night drives, chef gossip, old handles
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