"Cassie Gutierrez"<br/>Location: The GPC<br/>Tag: Arthur Connington<br/>Time: mid to late evening<br/><br/>Cassie noticed his verbal predicament and smiled "I think drink is the right choice here"  she giggled softly "I am fine with something simple like a red wine.  I could even help you, i have a little experience in this field"  She got up off the couch and took his hand tenderly and squeezed it and walked with him to the bar.  "How about i make you a drink and you turn on that music?"  she bit her lip.  She probably as nervous as he was, but for such different reasons.<br/><br/>"And then we can talk anout your writing.  I want to hear all about it.  When I see you writing in the bistro, you are so intent, so passionate.  I want to hear how you got started in this?  We can just chat for awhile and have a few drinks and listen to music and get .. really comfortable, with each other?"  She bit her lip smiling hopefully.<br/><br/>She pulled him down onto the couch next to her and scooted close, leaning into him with her body and laying her head on his shoulder as they spoke and she asked questions about his writing.  His favorite character.  Character he most identified with.  Who he would want to play him in a movie about him. She seemingly had enless questions for him, curious about what made him tick.  She was mostly closemouthed about herself claiming to be generally uninteresting.<br/><br/>"I  am admittedly probably not old enough to have done anything all that exciting.  Unless you count being on community service for an Open Container violation.  "  she smirked  "I do love working at the community garden, i've gotten really fit with all the lifting and bending, i can definitely notice it in my yoga.   I think the tulips are my favorite part though, they have so many of them down there, they sell them to help cover the costs. But its mostly about growing vegetables for the inner city and for city people to have fresh vegetables and not have to worry about the food desert.  I will probably keep working there even after my hours are done, if they let me.  I have sort of been claiming less hours there because i am afraid they won't let me come back once my debt to society is paid"<br/><br/>she giggled almost melodically "I know , pretty pathetic".  she smirked impishly "it's allright if you say it".