Tuesday. In my opinion, the most bland day of the week. Better than Monday, but still 3 days until Friday. But somehow this Tuesday was different. There was a crispness in the air that could only be described as magic. You may think that I'm crazy, and maybe I am, but as people passed by my little candle shop they begun to hum. Not very loudly only to themselves, but loud enough for me to hear. I first noticed an older gentleman. He glanced in and spotted a coconut lime scented candle, then he started to hum a little tune. Then a woman, who was practically drowning in her furs and drowning others in the scent of her perfume, glanced over twards a potpourri candle and started to hum to the snobby looking dog she had on a leash. One by one people would peek in and begin to hum. I have found that my candles will do that to people. Make everyone do something small that seems to brighten the mood of the busy mall full of small shops and flooded with hundreds of people each day.

As I sit at my desk immersed in the little melodies that come together to form a symphony, I hear the chimes that tell me to get my head out of the clouds and help the customer that has just walked in. When I realize that it is just Tinsley I immediately go back to my daydreams. Tinsley is my best friend, and almost-not-really-kind-of sister. Her parents left when she was 2 and she wandered onto our doorstep and rang the doorbell. We spent years searching for her parents or any relatives but because she was so small she couldn't remember anything but her name. As we tried to find her parents, she lived with us. Over time we became inseparable. My parents feared having her taken away from us, so they never applied to adopt her. Today no one really cares who takes care of you as long as you are taken care of.

"Hey Grey! Whatcha doin?" She said as she sat down in the chair next to mine. "Listening and thinking. Just enjoying being here." I reply. By this time she is sitting upside down in her chair and seeing how long she can hold her breath. Tinsley is I think the most easily impressed girl I have ever met, but this is one of the things I love most about her. She is also the least employable person on the face of the Earth. She can't focus on anything for longer than 10 seconds or she is bored. One time I asked her to count how many lavender candles I had in the back. About 15 minutes later I find her with one of each scent of candle smelling them and seeing if she could guess the scent. When she got an 8 out of 15 she decided she should start a booth to see if she could guess the scent of the candles her customers would hold up to her nose. "Can't you sit normally?" I ask her. She lets out a huge breath, "Normal is a perspective." This is what she always tells me when I tell her to do something normally. She sticks out her tongue and all the freckles that populate the bridge of her nose wrinkle in a way that makes me smile. "What am I to do with you?" I hiss at her. "Well, there is always the option to smuggle me out of the country to London. That would be fun! Leave France, and go on a girls trip." At this comment she stops the braid that she had started in her ratted sandy blonde hair. "What would we do in London? Shop?" I shoot back. I absolutely detest shopping. Unless, of course, it is for my shop. "No, we could visit Big Ben and see the Queen and see if we could make one of the little guys in the fuzzy hats smile and maybe I could hook up with one! Is there a law against that? I wonder if any of them are single!" She squealed. "Slow down Tinsel! You can't marry every man you meet." I say, trying to calm her down. "Well, maybe not hook up with one of the men with a poor sense of fashion, but what about the other stuff that sounds fun right? Please can we go? Please!" She looks up at me with her golden flecked grey eyes and sticks out her bottom lip pathetically. She knows me too well. "Fine, but you are planning it!" I agree reluctantly. "Really! Oh yay! I'll get started right now! Thanks Grey! You won't regret it!" She yelled. As she ran out the door, her half finished braid gets caught on the hat hook on my door. The door shorts and she is yanked back too the door. I hear her shriek from the other side of the door. She opens the door and frees herself. "Your door has something against me." She concluded. She gave it a kick and skipped off to start planning our trip.