She sat, She wished, She hoped, She wondered. Where was he today?
She stared out of the darkness that always surrounded her backstage, like a cloak that had settled around her comfortably. She loved that darkness and she loved the way it made her feel, mysterious and safe all at once. No one could see her but she saw them.
And she knew he loved it there too, and she loved him for it. For not seeking the attention of the stage, for loving the job itself, for no other reason than that it was home to him, as it was to her.
Then she heard familiar footsteps behind her, and as he approached she knew it was him. His smell was distinctive, sweet like cologne but mixed with the smells of the shop-wood, paint, and sweat. She breathed in deeply, because there were few smells she loved more than this. It smelled like home to her, it smelled like the darkness around her felt. It was just another part of this job, the one she loved. The one he loved. And she loved him for it.
If only he felt the same.