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Ekaterina Vespucci	It's midday and a small girl stands patiently in line in what woukds ostensibly seem to be a mundane run of the mill independent coffee store. It is however known to precious few as a place where the best coffee and Italian hazelnut filled donuts can be found. The girl carries a couple of cylinders of what appear to be sketchews with her. Given her diminutive stature she should not be trying to carry as much stuff as she is at present - but she soldiers on feeling the call of coffee. Dressed in baggy clothing too big for her with a beany holding her black hair in check her large bright cornflower blue eyes and angelic open expressive face are the things that catch the eye of most people when they look at her, She looks king, warm approachable. She finally reaches the front of the line grabbing her long black and a couple of donuts. She remains small and moderately curvy never getting fat despite consuming almost exclusively junk, Her few female friends are actually quite jealous. Taking a seat she grabs a broadsheet of news and secures a table sitting alone.
Poseidon	Entering into the coffee store is a beautiful young man. Well, probably young. His hair is as silver as the moon and it appears to be relatively long, pulled into a small ponytail as his hand strokes his beard, humming just a moment as he looks at the menu. Though as he looked, a beautiful young omwan, whom he appears to immediately know is more than meets hte eye, catches his attention as she moves to a table and seat. Upon retrieval of his coffee and small donut with white frosting, The fellow seems to approach Ekaterina, appearing as kind and warm and approachable as she does. Those beautiful, crystalline blue eyes (that remain immensely reminiscent of the sea) locks eyes with Ekaterina, and he smiles. "Hello there. May I join you?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	The woman looks up and starts a little - there is a degree of natural shyness to her. She offer s polite smile looking around. "Please take a seat," she's not often the target of male attention being more the one you take home to meet the parents rather than the vampish sort one shoots for in a bar. Plus she dresses down hard to get a bead on her figure in the frumpy clothes she wears - she's more cute asa a button than outright beautiful. An eyebrow areches above one of her resplendent eyes. She's quizzical - her face registering this - she appears to have no poker face. You don't need to be a psychic to read her mind.
Poseidon	Poseidon smiles softly to her as he takes a seat, apparently quite happy to have her accept him to sit next to her. Though he notices her face, and he chuckles. "I'm Percy. Percy Sakas. May I ask your name?" he noices all the lovely little faces that she makes. She's an extremely beautiful woman. He starts to sip his coffee, awaiting her answer.
Ekaterina Vespucci	The woman reacts still with a modicum of surprise, "Sono la contessa Ekaterina Vespucci," she offers a seated curtsey of sorts, "But everyone has taken to calling me Kat and titles are such an anachronism in this day and age. The mans naked admiration of her is both flattering and disturbing to her at once making her slightly defensive. But Kat was above all else a hugely nice and open person so she can almost always be engaged.
Poseidon	Yes, Poseidon speaks Italian. fluently. "Sono Percy Sakas." he chuckles, bowing his head softly in greeting as he looked upon her. "Kat it is. It's a pleasure to meet you. So, how goes the day?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	"In-terestingly," Kat says eyeing the man. "The pleasure is mine." She is polite to a fault but still guarded. "How goes yours?" She sips her coffee and slowly muches her donut. Usually she would scofff it down - in 1200 years she hadn't learnt good table manners. Probably because the people around her had not thought to arrest the behaviour - it was sort of funny and adorable apparently to too many of them.
Poseidon	To be fair, Poseidon was significantly older than her, but he didn't seem to mind lack or absence of table manners. Eitehr way, he seems to smile. "The day is well enough, but it seems to get better and better, my lady." He says with a small smile on his face. "So then, you are from Italy? Or were you born elsewhere?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	"I'm Italian - Though Ekaterina is Russian and might not have been my original name." A considerable admission - but Kat wasn't averse to handing out snippets. She was still masquerading as a normal human. "And what about you? Where were you born?"
Poseidon	Poseidon gives the smallest nod. "Very true. It might not have been, but it is still a beautiful name nonetheless." he teases her softly with a warm smile. "Oh, well...that is very, very complicated. The easiest answer I could give to you is Greece." he chuckles. "Have you ever been?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	"A long time ago," Kat says. Appearing in her late teens to early twenties any normal person overhearing this conversation might wonder how long ago was a long time to such a young girl. "I have not been in europe in a long time."
Poseidon	Poseidon nods softly to her, knowing full well by this time that Kat may not quite be...human. At least in the sense where time was concerned. "I see." He pauses a moment, finally finished eating his pastry that he received. "So then, what brings a beautiful woman like yourself to the States?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Again with the compliments," Kat says, "I'm short and homely compared to many of the women around New York City. I needed to leave Europe for political reasons and the US presented economic opportunities - so I came. Opened a large number of commercial galleries and a bar." She doesn't talk about her private army or security company as she called it.
Poseidon	A tilt of Poseidon's head. "Do they offend?" he asks her curiously. "Hm. Political reasons? Interesting." the God of the Sea answers simply, though he seems to take a sip of his coffee. Though his eyes lock onto Kat's, as if trying to get a read on her...seeing if this personality she fronts is just an act or the real deal.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"No it's just - unusual. I mean what do you hope to achieve by buttering me up? I'm a Catholic girl at heart - not an easy mark for a pickup I am afraid." Kat says this apologetically she was familiar with the looser mores of this day and age with respect to romance and sex. She just did not entirely share them. "I can't really share the exact details as they are sensative," again Kat's eyes seem apologetic for this. She did not like being ysterious but certain things she had to keep close to her chest.
Poseidon	Poseidon seems to simply chuckle. "and who said I wished to bring you to my bed? Perhaps I simply wish to know the woman across from me with the possibility of romance included." He winks very softly to her. As she reveals that she cannot share the express details? He doesn't seem to mind. "Very well.."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Interesting," says Kat. "I do have alot going on at the moment - but if I see you around I'll be sure to say hi," is the best Kat can offer with a wane smile. "I usually frequent this coffeeshop for example," it's as generous as she is prepared to be. She'd slipped up a bit too much in letting too many people know her particulars - interesting as this new face is. "I had best make an expeditious retreat - I must trouble with some business. Nice to meet you Percy," she says warmly before rising to leave.
Poseidon	Poseidon gives a small smile to Kat, seemingly happy with the meeting itself as he gave her that subtle nod. "Certainly." He smiles to her, watching her rise to leave. "It was a pleasure meeting you as well. Go and have good travels. My the paths be clear."