Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
He raised a hand with the empty glass and a small smile pulled on his lips as he did so. "You're fine," he waved a hand towards her, beckoning her in. If she was interested enough in coming out to his place, then she wasn't going to probably be too worried about spending time with him. His hair was a little unruly, curls everywhere, but he was dressed in wool trousers, a navy blue oxford, and an ivory cashmere sweater over it. His gaze glanced over her quickly and then he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
As he stepped up more directly in front of her, he offered a quick smile. "I'm Casanova, yes," there was a beat and he extended a hand. "Jeremiah March," he offered as an introduction. "Occasional Casanova, screenwriter, lover of animals, and hermit. It's good to meet you Pippin."