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Post by Nadia Davich on Dec 21, 2009 16:31:48 GMT -5
Nadia paused a moment outside the entrance of the Italian cafe, lost in thought. She honestly wasn't sure which she preferred. Both ethnicities had their pros and cons. Looking back at Karl, she answered, "They both are delicious. But Italian food is closer to what I was brought up on. Not exactly but near enough."
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Dec 21, 2009 22:43:15 GMT -5
"Western," ::Karl said with a slight nod. Both Italian and any Russian or so-called Eastern European nations' delicacies were still part of the Western rather than Eastern tradition of food preparation. They reached the small bistro, and he opened the door for her to enter first.::
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Post by Nadia Davich on Dec 22, 2009 16:22:23 GMT -5
She smiled a thank you and passed through the door, taking a moment to survey her surroundings. It wasn't a large room, but it felt cozy to her, with the various furnishings and decorations throughout. A lot of wrought-iron and greenery displayed around the inside.
They were brought to a table easily; it wasn't a busy time of day. The lunch crowd hadn't come in earnest yet. Almost immediately after she was seated, Nadia pulled open her menu after ordering a cup of coffee.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Dec 23, 2009 23:20:22 GMT -5
::Karl had put in an order for a cappuccino when Nadia ordered her coffee; fortunately, the waitress didn't stare at him, nor did she make any comments. That would make this all the better. He picked up the menu to see if anything caught his eye, although his appetite was low; if he ate anything, it would be relatively light.::
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Post by Nadia Davich on Dec 28, 2009 17:43:25 GMT -5
It was still relatively early in the day, and Nadia wasn't super hungry, so she decided on a salad with chicken, giving her order to the server when she returned. She knew it wasn't a very classic example of Italian cuisine, but she was in the mood for something light.
After their menus were taken back away, their orders put in, she looked back at Karl, wondering what to say next. Instead, she sipped from her coffee to give herself a few moments to think.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Dec 28, 2009 20:24:32 GMT -5
::Karl ordered a latte and an assortment of small pastries, because he felt obligated to at an Italian restaurant for what was close enough to breakfast. He sipped his latte, and slipped into the silence, as Nadia who had been leading the conversation wasn't putting anything forth just yet. If nothing came forth after a minute, he could always ask about her job or discuss the weather.::
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Post by Nadia Davich on Dec 29, 2009 16:24:18 GMT -5
Setting down her cup, she looked at her companion, deciding on some light conversation for the moment. Nadia put on a smile. "You said you weren't from the city, if I remember. What brings you here, then, if I may ask?"
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Dec 29, 2009 18:04:53 GMT -5
::Karl took another sip from his latte before setting the cup down.:: "I like the atmosphere. Manhattan is alive in a way that sets it apart from all of the surrounding areas."
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Post by Nadia Davich on Dec 30, 2009 16:16:30 GMT -5
She nodded in agreement. There was a certain draw to New York City, that was for sure. Part of the reason Nadia had returned was because of its certain undeniable charm.
Looking over at him, "What do you do for a living?" Nadia was wondering if he had moved just because he liked it there or had to for his job.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Dec 31, 2009 22:48:12 GMT -5
"I'm a doctor," ::Karl replied, although it was a lie of omission. He had been a doctor. And he chose not to elaborate on what his specialty was, as it tended to make people uncomfortable. Better to let them assume he was a still-licensed general practitioner or obstetrician.::
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 4, 2010 22:07:43 GMT -5
Her eyebrows lifted in a bit of surprise. She didn't meet too many doctors, especially those who were mutants or treated mutants. Most of those she meet that called themselves doctors were just people who had gone on to get their doctorate in some boring educational field. "Oh? What kind? Medical or intellectual?" Nadia smiled.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 4, 2010 23:37:09 GMT -5
::The thought of doing anything else with his life had never crossed Karl's mind. He had wanted to be a psychiatrist for as long as he could remember, for what that had yielded.:: "Medical. I'm not one for obscure dissertations."
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 5, 2010 17:05:52 GMT -5
A slight laugh ran across her features, her eyes shining. "I would be in complete agreement there. I never liked holing myself up in a library doing research, not seeing the sun for days." Nadia looked out through a nearby window, towards the street. "I'm not sure what I would do without it."
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 5, 2010 20:26:40 GMT -5
::Karl sipped from his mug and turned to follow her gaze at the sun outside; with the weather, they were lucky to escape the bleakness of the season.:: "We need a certain amount of sunlight to keep us healthy."
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 7, 2010 17:03:44 GMT -5
She turned to him with her brows raised, asking, "Is that a personal or professional opinion?" before she lifted her coffee cup to her lips. Despite this man's appearance, his rather obvious mutation, Nadia was finding it very easy to speak with him. But she still kept herself a little wary, just in case. She wasn't completely ready to confide everything to this stranger, even though they were of similar circumstances.
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