"Cassie Gutierrez"<br/><b>Location</b>: The GPC  : Bistro 121<br/><b>Tag</b>: Arthur Connington<br/><br/><br/>Cassie smiled, she could see she had him flustered. it was almost refreshing a bit.  If only she had known how truly ironic it was , the master of romance and sensuality, so off his game. Cassie wondered if perhaps her recognized her as Chelsea, though she really doubted that.<br/><br/>She could tell he was a bit off balance and so she let him off the hook easily as she let him pay his check.   She eyed the extra Jackson he left. That showed he cared about people beyond himself and not just people who were big shots, and that, after all was what she was looking for.<br/>"I tell you what, I wasn't planning to work tonight  but you know I was going to go shopping a little too, maybe we could go together?  Share a cab unless you have a car or I am game to walk if it is close too.  "  She smiled warmly at him, puting her hand over his comfortingly   "Or maybe you would just prefer to meet to buy me a few drinks later?"  She would leave it up to hiim, and she was obviously in no big hurry to leave at the moment.<br/><br/>She was sort of glad she was punched out now so that she didnt have to check her other tables.  She would make it as easy as she could on the guy , hopefully he could manage to say that word "yes". She smirked as she thought to herself, the modern world was so complex, especially when you go about assuming the identity of the immigrant on probation to hide your real identity as a filthy rich heiress.