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She’s dressed in blue silk with her blonde hair in an elegant chignon when Jinkx sees her for the first time.
The small diner is empty except for her - it would be impossible to miss her anyway, but this goddess, this ethereal being is something new for them.
Jinkx takes their coffee pot over to the blonde’s table and prays they aren’t shaking. “Coffee?”
The woman turns her eyes up to Jinkx and nods politely, red lips quirked upwards in a tiny smile. “Thank you.”
Her eyes are almost as blue as her dress, Jinkx thinks, as they fill the mug.
“Can I get you anything else?”
The woman closes her book and folds her delicate, lily-white hands over the cover. “What kind of pie do you have?”
Jinkx takes her a slice of lemon pie and slides into the booth across from her upon the woman’s asking.
“I hope I’m not being too forward,” she says. “It’s just… It can be lonely, and it doesn’t look like you’re busy.”
Jinkx shrugs. “I don’t mind.” (They want to reach across the table, take the woman’s hands, press them to their lips.)
“I’m Ivy.” The woman extends her hand.
“Jinkx.”