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From a street corner, one could almost hear the rhythmic banging of a drum and a soft soprano voice over the sound of the chaotic Broadway streets. Sky Masterson was on his way to Mindy’s to grab a bite to eat. It was almost lunch time and he was beginning to feel peckish. He had always been partial to a bit of Mindy’s cheesecake ever since he had started frequenting New York on his travels. Sky didn’t have a permanent home, enjoying the freedom of living out of a suitcase, but he always eventually gravitated back to New York for a short amount of time. It wasn’t until he could hear a soft voice trying to shout over the crowd, that’s when he turned the corner to see what was going on.
Out of the corner of his eye, he had caught sight of one of the mission dolls. Blonde with blue eyes and a sweet smile. A cornet in her hands, but she was also trying her best to shout over the hustle and bustle of Broadway at midday. The girl was much younger, compared to the others. It’s perhaps why she had stood out to him. Sky found himself staring at her, unable to take his eyes and attention off of her.
This mission doll spoke with such passion, despite how many people were either ignoring her or making fun of what she was saying. Through determination or stubbornness, she never faltered. She wasn’t as fragile as she looked. All the heckling she was receiving appeared to go right over her head. She was either ignoring it or didn’t completely understand the off-colour comments aimed in her direction.
Her lovely blonde hair was neatly pinned up, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to take out all those pins and run his fingers through it. How soft would it be? How long was it? No, he couldn’t think about that, could he? She was a girl dedicated to her faith; a virtuous girl. Sky tried to avoid mixing with those kind of girls. They were too lovely to mess around with and he wasn’t a complete scoundrel.
The gambler continued to watch and listen to her. It didn’t matter what she was preaching, he found his attention glued to her and only her. Her voice was almost melodic. After another few minutes of trying to get through to the sinners of New York City, the other members had gently persuaded her that it was no good. That’s when the beautiful mission doll had turned around, smiling at her colleagues. She had a smile that had knocked him for six, and it wasn’t even for him.
Everyone had started to move on continuing with their day, so Sky decided to do the same. Maybe catch some lunch, he was hungry after all. A part of him hoped he would see the mission doll again, even if just from a far. She was very easy on the eyes, but there was also a level of intrigue beyond the surface.