Re: Alex & Ilsa & Open
(ooc: No worries - work is crazy anyway.)
Alex smiled at her thanks. He was glad he could make her day a little better by replacing the errant cookie.
He followed along as she led the way to the stall where she'd bought the cookie. Come to think of it, he could probably go for a cookie himself, he realized. "Oh, um, alternative rock. Probably specifically pop-punk," he explained. "Like, uh... Panic! At the Disco," he explained, trying to give her an idea.
"Do you have a car? I'm also a mechanic, so maybe..." he suggested with a shrug. Not everyone in NY had a car. But if she did, that was a possible connection. Although, he didn't think that was it, either. Now he was starting to get really curious about how she recognized him, and he studied her a little more closely, trying to figure it out.