"Cassie Gutierrez"<br/>Location: The GPC : Bistro 121 & The Alley "74".<br/>Tag: Arthur Connington  and Charlie Winchester<br/><br/>Cassie smiled "um, well sure i can come pick you up, though i dont live far from here at all"  she giggled  "Although i do live at my mother's place"  she pouted. "what time would you like me to stop by?"   Her face was a smile but that was a mask quickly erected when he came up with the idea. Sure that sounded like a great date all right.  The only problem was, Cassie was still finding out what Cassie liked.  She knew what Chelsea liked.  And she knew she wanted to be normal, but she was still learning about all of that.<br/><br/>Cassie wrote down her cell number on a napkin, and put a little heart on it around the name Cassie, and handed it to him .  She needed to get away for now, after all, she was going to have to find out what she liked to do so she could share it.   She managed to keep the panic out of her eyes until she was out of the Bistro, and then she ran out of the building and back towards the alley to try and catch her panic attack before it came.  She perched on the edge of a stoop in the alley.<br/><br/>She felt like Pinocchio, wanting so badly to be real, but having no idea how to go about it.  She felt like she was made of wood.  No, not wood, veneer. She was a veneer.  She wiped a tear away and only then she saw the street performer gal who was always out here.  She blushed "Oh, hi... sorry    "  She got up from the stoop  and then looked at her and planted herself back on the stoop.  "I... hey, you play really nice by the way" she dug into her pocket for a 10 she got earlier. and offered it  "I.. I dont suppose you know what people like to do that makes them happy like they are having fun?"<br/><br/>She felt stupid at that question and then excused herself and headed back for the building.   Her head was swimming.  Who knew trying to be yourself would turn out to be this complicated?