Nate sat crosslegged on a bench, his favorite in Washington Square Park, and watched the people as they passed. Albus was underfoot, constantly bumping the newspaper Nate precariously balanced on his lap, coffee resting on his knee. Before Nate could stop him, Albus took off down the path in search of something more interesting than his owner. Generally he'd let him go before chasing after him, since it wasn't like him to wander far but a few minutes past and Nate went to investigate. Rounding the corner near the central fountain he spotted Albus with a brunette. Figures, he chuckled as he walked over.