Who: Cassidy Turner and Beatrix Kiddo What: Dim Sum Where: New York When: Lunchtime Warnings: Swearing.
After having bought some clothes that actually fit him, and dropping them off at his ancestor's, Cassidy felt like taking a little break from pretty much everything. Lunch with a stranger always worked to clear his mind of the issues that troubled him, so Beatrix was something of a godsend. He ported to the closest intersection he could get to the address, and walked through the door of Audio Pleasure, looking like he was on a mission. In a manner of speaking, he was. Finding the lady was the first task, and when he did, he found her with her back turned. He stepped up to her and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. "Someone want some dim sum?" He asked. He had an accent -- it was a conglomeration of British and Californian Surfer. He took off his sunglasses and pocketed them. Cassidy was a thin man, about 5'10", and he held himself with a confidence that positively screamed "adrenaline junkie". It was fairly obvious that he was young and rebellious, as evidenced by the tattoos ringing various areas of his left arm. "I walked here, but I can always hail a cab. I've... got hands!" He held one up as if proud to be the owner of it.