-- Confessions of a Coquette's shoulders, he pushed open the door. "Maybe we can find a middle ground? Somethin' we both like!"

"I'm open-minded." He replied, leaving the building with Confessions of a Coquette, looking upwards towards the busy street. Zay turned his head, and --

-- glanced once more towards Confessions of a Coquette. His hands held the backpack straps on his shoulders as he nodded. "It's New York. There's gotta--

-- be somethin' of interest for both of us here." Zay stated, his voice hopeful in his idea as he continued on beside Confessions of a Coquette.

"Well," He started, looking below himself at Confessions of a Coquette, somewhat doubting they'd find a common ground. Oh well, he was open to trying.--

"I like.. movies. And baseball. And dancin'!" Zay exclaimed with excitement in his voice. It was rare to talk about -- [ Confessions of a Coquette ]

himself. Or really, anything other than the "triangle". He glanced at her again. "Ah-- how about you, Confessions of a Coquette? What's your thing?"

"Good! Ya see, Confessions of a Coquette? Middle ground is already found! We'll watch a movie." Zay announced what had already been said, a smile on his--

-- face as he glanced back down at Confessions of a Coquette. "A thing. / Your / thing. Like my things are what I like. What do you like?"

"Maybe it is." The taller male replied, striding alongside by Confessions of a Coquette, then pausing his usual ramblings to think for a minute. "What --

kind of movies do you like, Confessions of a Coquette?" He asked, before continuing. "I like the romantic stuff. Titanic is always a favorite."

"Then that'd be it!" Zay exclaimed, quite proudly, with a grin down at Confessions of a Coquette. "I have popcorn at my place-- do you like popcorn?"

Zay had nodded, striding along beside the petite Confessions of a Coquette. He smiled, glad to not live that far from their school. "I'm glad we can--

spend time together, Iz." He said to Confessions of a Coquette, very happily.

Zay was proud of the friendship him and Confessions of a Coquette seemed to have formed. He grinned, then hopped forward, a step closer to his apartment--

door. "Afrer you, Confessions of a Coquette." He spoke, just as he unlocked the door, holding it open for the shorter female.

// hey alright alright alright lets get this account back rolling.

I think we need a party in here-- y'all are quiet!

i'd say i'd throw a christmas party, but that's a little far away.. i think a thanksgiving party is in order. imagine all the free food..

"So, what's up today, New York?"