Like Sara
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, but I do own all the original characters in this fic, a Lonely Planet guide to Mexico, and half a corn tamale.
Rating: K
Chapter Seven: Poetry Readings
In addition to my regular classes, I like to keep an eye out for some of the interesting activities that only crop up occasionally. There's this one café in town that has poetry readings a couple of times a month, and I usually go along. Mostly people read their own stuff, some of which is pretty good, but sometimes they'll focus on a certain poet or a certain style of poetry. I've never read anything there, either my own or everyone else's: I guess I lack the courage.
There's this one girl who often shares a table with me. I guess she's a student at the university, because she always seems to be wearing jeans, and she always buys a flat white, which is the second-cheapest thing on the menu.
And she's smart, I mean, really smart. She makes notes sometimes, and if they're reading published works she can always name the poet, even when they forget to give their name and the title first. It's like she knows everything there is to know about poetry, the way Sara seems to know everything there is to know about forensics. She's read some of her own stuff too, and it was really good. One of these days, maybe I'll ask her out. Yeah.