<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/936full-clara-alonso.jpg)</div>Today of all days, Mikayla sighed as she practically ran through the supermarket. She couldn't believe how late she had slept in! Luckily for her, she had an amazing brother how thought she needed to get out of bed. Even despite who obnoxious he had been, her brother Finny had made sure she awake. All she could do was laugh when his inner child made an escape. She couldn't help but join in when he was in a playful mood, either, it was infectious and the two of them always had fun. Of course, the jerk had come running in, jumping on her bed, then dashing off into the shower first. But it gave her a chance to have a cup coffee and an english muffin. She had wanted to get all this shopping done<em>before</em>Sebastian arrived, but that didn’t seem likely. Having worked the late shift last night, Mikayla had been certain to set her alarm, but even it hadn't woken her. Guess she could only thank her silly brother.<br/><br/>But enough dwelling on her tardiness! She needed to get everything for dinner and get back to the apartment before Finn scared the poor guy away! Sebastian had seemed pretty cool over Skype, and the piano being his only big request, the twins had been willing to accommodate him. Besides, she was hoping she could talk him into practicing with her. But to break the ice, so to speak, Mikayla had planned on preparing a welcome dinner for the guy. It would give the three of them a chance to sit around the table and get to know each other a little better. On the menu for tonight was grilled chicken with lightly seasoned asparagus and baby purple potatoes. She didn’t care if the purple color of the potatoes bothered anyone, she thought they were simply adorable and they happen to be quite tasty, so they would just have to deal wit it. She had spent most of her time at the store picking out just the right wine for the occasion, one that would compliment the meal nicely, while not breaking her bank account. She even assembled a nice selection of fruits and some yogurt for dipping as a fresh, healthy dessert!<br/><br/>Getting back to the apartment had been terrible, though. New York City was always crowded, but this was ridiculous. She hadn’t gone too far, but she might as well have been across town with how long it took her to get back to her building. Since she was at the store, she did a little of extra shopping, just picking up a few extra things they needed around the house; oatmeal, milk, coffee… The list went on. She was even sweet and picked her brother, annoying he may be, up some Sour Patch Kids. It was a good thing she drove, but the traffic was horrendous. She pulled her gently used Ford Focus into her spot an hour after she had hoped to be home. The bags were heavy and awkward, but Mikayla grabbed them all anyway, not wanting to make a second trip back. Fiddling with the door was a pain, but she got the thing open after a moment. Sure, she could have knocked and banged until Finn opened the door, but Mikayla got these little surges of independence every now and then… Though, it was most likely just stubbornness. Pushing the door open with her back, she immediately noticed the piano. And the attractive man beside it.<strong>“Oh! Hey, Sebastian.”</strong>She said, making her way to the kitchen.<br/><br/><strong>“Sorry it took me so long to get back. Traffic was a nightmare.”</strong>Mikayla’s pale lips parted in a smile after she set all the bags down, turning to the man,<strong>”Did you find the place okay?”</strong>Her hazel green eyes shifted to her brother,<strong>”I see you’ve met my brother, Finnick.”</strong>She turned back to the groceries, digging in one of the bags.<strong>”Here ya go,”</strong>She called, tossing him the box of candy. Then she brought her attention back to their new roommate as she began putting away the groceries, leaving out what she needed for dinner.<strong>”I hope you don’t have any plans for tonight. I thought the three of us could have a nice meal to celebrate your moving in. I found an amazing wine to go with the chicken and asparagus.”</strong>Mikayla did like her wine.<strong>”I hope grilled chicken is alright. they had a great selection of asparagus and I found the perfect potatoes. I thought I would get started and--”</strong>She paused in her yammering as a horrible thought occurred to her and she spun on her heels, her light brown braid bouncing off her back,<strong>”Oh my god, you aren’t a vegetarian are you?”</strong>Her eyes widened, expression hopeful. God, she had even thought of that. Or what if he was allergic to something?<strong>”No food allergies, right?”</strong>Certainly didn’t want to celebrate his move in with a trip to the ER.