Micah Carrington: The petite young man sits in a window seat just inside one of the more popular cafes near Central Park, a newspaper spread open in front of him and a highlighter clutched in one slim hand. He's dressed in a nice black on black suit, green tie the color of his eyes held in place by a little gold tie tack; his jacket is slung over the back of the bench.

Micah Carrington: He reads slowly, pausing now and again to slick the pink of the highlighter across an add, brows furrowing as he notes how the felt picks up the black ink.

Micah Carrington: Shrugging, he keeps plodding on, pausing now and then to stumble, out loud, over the longer or just plain more difficult words.

Sasha: She flicks her cigarette to the side before pushing the door open and stepping inside. It's a little cooler this morning, so she's wearing he black hoodie, with the hood down, and backpack over her shoulder. A little smirk is on her face as she looks around on her way to the counter.

Sasha: 9,9,6,4,2,7,3,

Micah Carrington: 9,2,5,8,

Micah Carrington: Hearing the door he lifts his head, a slow smile tugging at his lips as he spies Sasha. Biting his lips he quickly folds up the paper and drops it to the seat beside him before stowing hte highlighter away in the pocket of his coat.

Sasha: She spies Micah, and a small, warm smile finds its way onto her face. She nods to him before looking to the counter person, ordering a grilled cheese sandwich and soda.

Micah Carrington: He flushes at the warmth in her smile and flicks his fingers through his hair, marveling at the way she manages to throw him so wonderfully off balance with something so simple.

Sasha: She pays with a few crumpled bills pulled out from her front pocket, then takes the food and walks over to Micah's table, grinning a little as she approaches. "Hey. Aren't you all fancy today?" A little wink, as she slides in to sit beside him.

Micah Carrington: He scootches over, wincing as the newspapers to his right hiss and crunch. "Hey, baby," he murmurs, kissing her cheek lightly as he stands and shifts to sit atop the newspaper.

Sasha: She raises her eyebrow at the sounds of crinkling newsprint. "You realize you're sittin' on your paper, right?" It's gently teasing, and without malice.

Micah Carrington: "Yup!" He chuckles and offers her a cheerful smile. "You realize you're eating a grilled cheese sandwhich, right?" Grinning, he kisses the tip of her nose.

Sasha: She chuckles, pressing a light kiss to his chin as his kiss finds her nose. "Yeah, I noticed. How are ya, babe?"

Micah Carrington: "Good," he says, canting his head to oneside. "Honestly, hon, I'm very good...Weird."

Sasha: "You are? Really?" She looks over to him, honestly glad he's doing good...just wanting to be sure. "And why's it wierd?"

Micah Carrington: "Yes, really. And I think I have a certain someone to thank for that," he says softly, running fingers over her knee beneath the table. His smile becomes introspective for a moment before he shrugs. "Cause usually, given my typical behavior patterns, I'd have done something to fuck it up by now."

Sasha: She flushes just a little, and smiles, her eyes finding the table surface. "Well, good...I'm glad. And we'll see what we can do about making sure it doesn't get fucked up."

Micah Carrington: He blinks and arches a brow as she flushes and stares at the table, leaning down and forward, over her plate to blink into her face. "Hey...Sash blushing?"

Sasha: "No..." She says it even as she blushes a little further. "And if you tell anyone otherwise, you and me are go go at it." She says this last part with a hint of a grin, mostly teasing.

Micah Carrington: "Wow," he murmurs looking awed as he sits up, hand cupping her cheek to turn her face towards him. "What did I do to be able to make you blush, babe?"

Sasha: "Nothin'." Azure eyes float away from his gaze a moment, looking for something to focus on, a little uncomfortable under this scrutiny. "Just...hot in here. Hoody, n' all, y'know."

Micah Carrington: "Sash'." He says her name softly, soothingly, thumb feathering over her cheek as he leans forward to kiss her very softly.

Sasha: She tilts her head upward, into the kiss, sighing a little bit. The dichotomy between them is probably a little amusing to bystanders, him all professional and in the black on black suit, and her in complete street rat chic. She doesn't much notice, nor would she care if she did notice.

Micah Carrington: He watches her face for a half second then lets his eyes flutter closed, loosing himself in the moment before finally pulling back, a little short on breath. He smiles slowly, tongue flickering over his lips before he reaches out and picks up her sandwhich, taking a bite.

Sasha: A small sound escapes as the kiss breaks, a happy little sound, and she leans back in the booth, sighing lightly. "Umm. So...what are you, ah...up to today?"

Micah Carrington: "Me nothing. Saidah is job hunting," he says lightly, brushing his free fingers through her hair as he sets down the sandwhich. "Granted, I am Saidah so..."

Sasha: She nods a little, grinning a little as she leans her head lightly toward his fingers. "Got it. Any good prospects?" She finally picks up her sandwich, starting to eat.

Micah Carrington: He shrugs and pulls the paper out from under him to begin doing that wonderful newspaper oragami so he can show her the listings. "Two nanny positions and one personal assistent. Granted, I've no references so I need to take care of that." Look out Trevor!

Sasha: "Ahh, yeah, references." She nods, smiling. "I could pretend to be a reference for you. 'course, I'd need a phone for that, so..."

Micah Carrington: "Its okay. I know someone who can probably get me all the documentation I'll need." He grins and there's a slightly cruel feel to it. "So. What are you up to today, sweets?"

Sasha: "Workin'." She shrugs as she finishes off one of the halves of the sandwichm, then washes it down with the soda. "Maybe go check with a couple peeps, see what's up with them. Nothin' else."

Micah Carrington: "Cools. So...Meet me later? If you can," he asks, sliding his fingers through her hair again.

Sasha: She smiles a little and nods. "Sure thing. I think I can swing that."

Micah Carrington: "You don't have to you know...I'm just addicted," he murmurs, chuckling.

Sasha: "I know the feeling." She winks at him, giving a cheeky little grin.

Micah Carrington: He flushes crimson and presses a kiss to her shoulder. "Good. Then we'll meet at the hotel? You can get cleaned up and we can do whatever you'd like tonight."

Sasha: "Sounds good." She smiles and leans into him, the other half of the sandwich nearly gone.

Micah Carrington: He slips his arm around her shoulders and shifts a bit, digging into his back pocket to come up with another key card. "In case I'm not there when you get there," he says, setting it on the table beside her plate. "Make yourself comfy."

Sasha: She looks at the key card, then back to up him, eyes sparkling a little. She nods and leans into him, head tilting to rest on his shoulders. "Awright."

Micah Carrington: He hugs her gently, free hand rising to slip through her hair, holding her head to his shoulder. "There's stuff there for you," he murmurs. "Toothbrush and I picked up some new shampoo and soap that's got more of a citrus to it then floral. And the second drawer in the chest that the tv is on has a couple more t-shirts and um...stuff," he says, blushing. This is why Aerin never should have handed hte boy cash...

Sasha: She looks up at him, surprised and a little in awe. Both are quickly cleared off her face with a cleared throat. "Okay...thanks." It's meant to come out casual, but really doesn't. She looks outside...the day's in full swing. "Ummm...I should go, babe. I'll see you later, though?"

Micah Carrington: "Yeah. Definitely," he murmurs, kissing the tip of her nose. "Go on...See you tonight."

Sasha: "Okay." She starts to move away...then, on impulse, leans in for a long, slow kiss, shockingly sweet from the street whore.

Micah Carrington: He blinks, startled then wraps ihs arms around her and returning it gently. "Go...Go," he says when they finally break apart, giving her a little push.

Micah Carrington: And then he turns his attention back to the paper with a rather dazed expression on his face.

Sasha: She gives him a grin, slightly teasing, a little mischevious, and very warm, before she slips out, grabbing the keycard as she does. She slips out the door after a last look at Micah, then heads down the street.

Micah Carrington: He can't help it...His eyes flick to the window, watching her walk away. And, given the snickering a few tables away, his expression could best be described as sappy.