There's a steriotypical young man sitting on a park bench, reading. Black slacks, collared t-shirt, both obviously worn and obviously randomly chosen on the basis of looking vaguely wearable.

Jeff would not normally be outside, especially around dinnertime. Under his landlady's threat to evict him if he doesn't 'get out more', however, the young man has bowed to her superior knowledge of having a social life.

His hair looks almost blond in this light, provided by a convinient streetlamp, and his purple eyes, pale eyes, are focused on the rectangular object in his hands. It's a cookbook, and Jeff is currently memorizing it. Just because he has to be out here doesn't mean that the time has to go to waste.

Her eyes opened slowly as the sun became only a stain of techno color on the horizon, leaving the grass and trees tainted with oranges and golds and the deep peach of a bloody light. Sitting up into her little hidy hole, a deep gash in the sandstone offering a convenaint place to sleep, and stretching her arms above her head she let last nights memories flood in. A quick stop at the White Mice, a dance a song a good hard drink, then out here for a run that would take the restless edge off. That run had turned into a stalking and a dance of another kind that had left her content as a a kitten. She'd crawled into this dark little crevis just before the sun had rose and slept on the moss like some angelic over sized child.

Pulling herself free from her resting area she stood and brushed the loose dirt and leaves off a dress much to innocently sweet for a woman to wear in a shade of bruised perriwinkle, feet bare but for a small anklet made of tiny silver bells and purple stones. Gazing about her with half lidded eyes, still quite soft and content from the pervious night she started her gentle walk back towards urban streets. She loved this place with it's wild flowers and old twisted trees and the smell of eternal green, it soothed the many rough edges one acuired from an immortal life. It had the sort of endless feel to it as violen and drums, that sort of earthy beat one never really lost. She twisted slowly, barefeet tracing out an ancent dance step on the grass before stoping, raising her face to the wind and inhailing deeply.

Human.

What a warm sent they gave off themselves...she twisted once, skirt flying out about her thighs before following the sent, steps slow and languid but with pourpose. She came across him eventually, silly little creature trying to read in the dying light. folding her arms comfortably behind her back she steped silently closer, peering over his shoulder to catch a glimps of what he was reading. A cook book? Her brow furrowed a little, didnt cookbooks belong in a kitchen? With a little sigh she leaned farther over him untill she could see a little more of his face, hair falling over her shouler and more or less into his lap.

"Thats an odd bit of reading for someone to dare nightime in this park for, Dearie.."

Well, not everyone would have put it like that, but she was a person, and Jeff wasn't unsociable. So he grinned at her, selfdepricatingly, and replied "What can I say, I'm obsessed." He held the grin long enough to make it obvious that he really is happy to see the lady, lassie, even though she interrupted his reading.

Now that he has a chance to actually see her, it's a bit disconcerting. Most people would keep more distance, their 'bubble', as it were. Jeff didn't really mind, but it was odd, none the less. "What 'bout you? You don't quite fit into the park scenery either." Light tone, teasing tone. It's a joke, one he hopes will spark a bit of conversation.

She cocked her head to one side like some sort of feline, watching him another moment before shruging. "It's a calming place...it feels good to have grass under your feet. Im believe me Dear, there are very few human types that look like they belong in a place like this..."

She simply smiled at him, kittenish and playful but with out her common preditory edge. Instead she turned her eyes to the cook book he held in his hand's like some sort of holy grail, a quirk coming to her sensual mouth, frowning ever so softly as she read it over. Sounded a bit to complicated for normal use. With a little croon she reached down and placed a leaf along the binding of the book to mark the place before she casualy fliped though the pages. she went though soups and deserts and meat dishes, through delicate pastries and exotic drinks. A few of the things she reconized from her life, smiling a little fondly as she remembered the taste. She stoped on a page boasting a large glossy color print of something sweet enough to rot brains, ran her fingertips lightly over the image then lightly shook her head, laughing a bit.

"Ah well...to each there own persuits.." She turned soft eyes back to him, folding her arms across the bench back and resting her cheek apon them "Im guessing obsession is an understatement...not worries, we each have our own vices.."

Jeff's getting quite disconcerted by her way of putting things, but he doesn't mind that too much. A few of his best friends in school had been more eccentric than even the normal twistiness of the human psyche. Of course, Jeff had fit right in with them... who else ran screaming when he saw a turkey costume?

Jeff made careful note of the page number of the dish she paused on. Even if he never had a chance to ply her with it, it still looked interesting. Challenging, even. Jeff liked challenging.

He chuckled along with her last statement, in complete agreement. Jeff knew perfectly well that most normal human beings didn't spend days making nine different varieties of mince pie in order to choose the recipe he would call on if the lad ever needed to make mince pie.

Feeling that he should introduce himself, Jeff volunteered "My name's Jeff. What's yours?" His tone implied that it wasn't just a formality, but real interest in her. Jeff had never gotten around to liking girls, but that didn't mean he objected to a bit of light flirting with the ones he met. Like most other things in life, Jeff put girls lower on his list of priorities than cooking.

She watched him for another moment, guadging his personality quirks and his current mood. He seem...well...happy. That it self was an odd with to the silly snarly males and jittering females she usualy ran across at this time of night. Nearly all of them running from something unsavory, weather it was a tattered home life, an idea a person...most of them wanted nothing but solidude. This little bit seem genuinly happy to see her. How odd...

She rose her shoulders in a bit of a shrug before straitening out a bit, climbing easly over the bench and settling herself rather comfortably perched on the back of the bench, her feet firmly planted on the seat before she reached down and offered her hand in a semi-formal greeting. She'd finally kicked that habit of bobing a curtsy or a bow early on this centuary and had to say good ridance to bad rubish.

"Im Faethne...."She paused for a moment, thinking before shaking her head with a little laugh " Never mind that, call me Fae, it's easier to remember and pronounce."

And Jeff was happy. How could he not be? Here he was, having just memorized two intriguing recipes, as well as three unintriguing ones, talking to a girl who wasn't bad looking, at the very least.

The hand thing, Jeff found awkward, but solved by shifting around a bit, so that he was facing along the bench, not looking across the path. His hand wasn't too remarkable, a bit on the pale side, with shorter than average fingers.

Jeff chuckled. He was, as far as he knew, the only person he'd ever met who could actually pull off that chuckle, a deep toned one, energetic. "Well Fae, it's very nice to meet you. What bring you outside tonight?" Obviously, this is conversation. And since Jeff has a curious streak, it's still got that tint of 'I really care about your answer'.

As a side note, Jeff's mind is now occupied by the fact that he really likes her name. Sounds like a variation on Faith... old sounding, too. Must have had parents who were into history. I wonder if she knows any old recipes.

A slight smirk crossed her lips. Easy...to easy could she read this man like a book. To open were the thoughts in his head chasing eachother round and round like some childs game. It was interesting to watch and breath in the oddness of him while his mide was occupied with baked goods and names. She never actualy touched his mind, simply brushed it, delicately plucking freely given thoughts and mulling over them with that bemused soft eyed expression still on her face. Perhaps it was the sweet face that put others at easy. She cared little though, it got her what she wanted

Her mind suddenly flitted to the fact that she rather liked his laugh, it was deep and throaty like her own but still had the boyish quality very few men were able to retain past there youth. Motzart had laughed like him. The little genius.

Her smile softened as she took his hand, griped it firmly before on a whim, turning it over so his palm was up, cradling it in her hand the running her fingertips lightly from his wrist to his third finger joints, staring intently. The light was bad but it worked well enough for her eyes. Her father had once taught her how to read a mans palm, how to read there mind and soul through the creases in the skin. She'd found it a very handy little trick, developing it firther over the years. She flexed the muscles in her shoulder blades, liking the feeling under tattooed skin.

A lonesome nature, that was easy to see, open, sweet, to sweet, aye aye, she knew that aleady. His life line was a little short, but his heart line was strong and his head line deep, both running into each other for a good mix. she examined the linked line on his wrist, curled his fingers, examined the mountains. Perhaps a bit unlucky...to bad, he was a sweet soul and because of that she trace a blessing across his palm, a minor help.

Finally raising her eyes again to his she smiled in her feline mannor, cocking her head to one side and cocking an eyebrow.
"Odd little fellow...why do you keep looking at me like that? Make me feel like your trying to ram the joy of humanity down my throat"

Shouldn't have said that. Up until she said that, he'd been having a nice time. And Jeff, well, he did not see a reason to converse with a complete stranger if it wasn't going to go anywhere but insults.

So he twitched his hand, letting the fingers curl slightly. He didn't want to get into a fight, but he did want to leave. Now. Gentle pull, aimed to disengage his hand from her.

Jeff looked pointedly away from her while giving his answer. "If you don't want to talk, you don't have to be nasty. I need to get home anyway." Some people took offense at the silliest things.

She watched the sudden frost of him with wide child like eyes before understanding dawned on her.
Oh silly little bit...silly little human.
Her stuned mouth twitched, the turned at the courners before becoming a fully wide mouthed smile, her teeth gleaming in the diluted night time light.
Then she started to laugh, a deep, throaty thing full of feminine humor and child like amusment. She loved the modern mind. They were full to the brim with paradox and silly morality. Things had been much simply when she had been alive. People were both less thick skined and less touche as odd as that sounded. An insult was a skillfuly crafted thing of poetry and simplistic barbing laces with heart felt venom, not the paltry dull thing that passed as insult these days.
She really couldent understand why he was insulted by such a sugerlaced jab, ment to make him feel a bit silly perhaps but never to hurt.
Perhaps it was the sweetly wounded look of his face or the slight child like pout to his lips that she found funny, she couldent tell but it cracked her up.
Letting her body go she tumbled backward from her perching point onto the grass with a dull thud in a flurry os sweet, hand stifled giggles and gleefuly kicking pale legs, one arm wraped around her belly trying to keep th laughter down. Humor was putting the dark, stuble irish brouge she'd once acuired back into her voice.

"Now now, Pet....dont get your hackles up and for goddesses sake dont give me that look.." She smiled sweetly, looking up at him from her place on the ground, the gesture just a tinge sheepish, trying to placate him. " I ment no offence.."

Frankly, Jeff didn't think it was that funny. He didn't exactly take offense, but it was a close thing. Instead, however, he actually took a step back from the situation and had to grin to himself at his own actions.

Turning almost completely around so as to have a view of the girl, and holding the grin a moment. Jeff responded while pillowing his head on his hands, knuckles under his chin. "None taken, really. My humblest apoligies for snapping." He isn't really grinning at her, gave up on the flirting thing. But he's still happy, and his expression, his eyes, show that.

She quieted a little but that cheshire smile was still on her lips as she looked up at him. She liked this face much better. Liked the softness coming off him. It felt like warm sunshine. Something she sorely missed and in return she purred, a deep rumble in her throat, quite close to a cats but disticly humanoid.

"Ah....thats much better...you smile actualy reaches your eyes now..."

She slowly got to her feet idly brushing loose grass from her dress but not even caring about the leaves and grass in her hair, she liked the earthy smell they had. On a whim she reached out and liightly poked him in the forehead, careful of her to sharp nails before coming around the bench and settling herself beside him, one leg tucked under her as she continued to smirk in the softly teasing sort of way.

"Silly Bit..."

Wry smile, wry tone. Jeff hadn't thought he'd been that transparent. "Can you blame me for that?" For flirting for flirting's sake. Jeff had never before thought of it as lying.

This was why, of course, Jeff liked talking to people, instead of being a loner. A sociable guy obsessed with cooking is unusual. A loner with the same problem is just scary.

Still, returning to the original thought stream, she was right. It wasn't very honest to pretend interest he didn't feel. Tone turning apoligetic he offered "Sorry."
ooc: Arghsorry. -.- *smacks self* I promise to be more active here.

ooc-{Dont worry about it, Im pretty bad lately to -.-}

She gave him the same smile back, that same, self mocking turn of lip he seemed so good at. It made her feel old.

"No...I cant, Im guilty of it as well from time to time, but it's more or less in my nature.." She shruged a little, leaning foreward and bracing her arms on her thighs "I cant even reconize the instances were Im doing it anymore, belive me it gets you into trouble.."

At this she laughed, softly, low in her throat as she thought back to a time when it was a womans duity and responsibility to flirt and doat and simper with doe eyes and fluttering lashes. Though her idea's about good flirting were rather frowned apon back then they seemed to be gaining favor. Go figure.

"I suposes Im a product of time so to speak, as much as I'd hate to admit it."

Reaching out on a whim she playfully ruffled his hair, a sweetly kittenish sound coming from her throat as she did so. Sweet little thing. Complet product of his time as well. She had to hand it to the twentyith century, it spawned an interesting breed.