<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #0080FF">Anastasia Cassandra Green <br/><br/>-------****-------</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;">As the man had approached her, her eyes simply narrowed, something seemed off about him. Why would her friend set her up with someone like this? Watching him, she realized that this couldn’t be who her friend had sent her up with. <br/><br/>Soon, a man came up and tapped onto the random guys shoulder. As he had turned, the newer male turned and stood between the two of them. Protective. This was something she would have liked, was this Alex? Soon, he answered her question, as her eyes glanced up to the brunette. Smiling at him, she then nodded her head as he asked if she was Anastasia. <br/><br/>“Wh-What are you talking about?” The male asked, his eyes almost seeming to widen. Glancing around, he didn’t know what he was talking about, but he wasn’t about to take chances. “She isn’t worth it.” He grumbled, and quickly walked out of the MET. <br/><br/>With the male gone, Anastasia let out a gentle breath. Thank god. Looking up towards the brunette, she smirked. <span style="color: #0080FF">“Alex. Nice to meet you, and great save. He was actually getting disgusting. It’s refreshing to know that he isn’t the person who I was set up on a blind date with.”</span> She admitted, laughing lightly. <br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“So, where should we head to first?”</span> She asked, wondering where he would like to go in the MET. Personally, she would like to go to the Asian area, in order to check some of the tapestries that had been made within the history of Asia.<br/><br/>Glancing towards Cypress, she then spoke, <span style="color: #0080FF">“I don’t mind staying by Van Gogh, but as I hardly get out of the college library, I would like to be able to take advantage of today.”</span> Her bright blue eyes glanced towards him, as she then tilted her head lightly. <br/><br/>Feeling her phone vibrate in her back pocket, she pulled it out to check it, and smirked, seeing a text message from Sarah. Placing it in her back pocket, she spoke, <span style="color: #0080FF">“Sarah.”</span> She offered to him, as she then walked forward, closer to the Cypress painting. <br/></span>