Owner	Pose
Miguel O'Hara	Some places, it's the atmosphere. Bright places for beautiful arrangements, warm colors for comfortable places, and low light for quiet, intimate places. Uncle Fioretti's is one of those dark places with large portions and simple dishes, done well. There is a small buffet table for pizza, lasagna, and breadsticks, and there is sit-down and bartop dining. Miguel is at the bartop area, looking at the menu and pondering what to get. He is wearing tinted 'shades even in this dark dining area. The clothes are nicer - clean black slacks, navy blue buttoned shirt, and black blazer and dress shoes. At least the drug boss's money was going to a good cause.
Saeko	There were many great innovations of human beings, it was practically a 'magic' in itself and for an emissary of Inari, a patron of prosperity and creativity? Well the food they'd created were certainly Saeko's favorite innovation in the years she'd been away from the mortal plane! Saeko steps through the door, but she wasn't in her full kitsune glory. Instead a simple spell had her tails, those ears and her whiskermarks completely vanished to leave her looking like an (admittedly almost unnervingly beautiful) ordinary human. Form wrapped in a backless red dress, the young woman made her way into the space.
Miguel O'Hara	Miguel looked up, and did an actual double-take. There are certain qualities that elevate the face from pretty to beautiful - symmetry, facial structure, a tilt of the eyes, a touch of unreal that is closer to exotic than Uncanny Valley. The woman is some kind of model, or should be. The gentle sway of hip, the length of stride. If she's the Beauty, that DEFINITELY makes him the Beast. Right down to the fangs and (sheathed) claws. He looks up as the bartender approaches, then back at the menu. "Uhm....the buffet looks good. How much?" "$30." The bartender was polite, but curt. Miguel tilted his head, looking puzzled, then shrugs and takes out a pack of bills, the paper band with $2,500 printed on it. He slides out a $50, then hands it to the bartender. "Uhm...keep the change? Right, keep the change." The bartender, more pleasant and less curt, smiles to Miguel before turning to watch Saeko approach. Miguel took a small breath. Wolves look at the moon with that glassy stare...
Saeko	The woman herelf did do a little pause before she moves onwards, a moment of soft inhaling scents and just seeming to bask in the wonder that was the cooking in progress. Still, she moves onwards, eyes opening once more and a smile on her lips as she moves over towards the bar herself and folded her hands and offering a bow of her head. Her words carried a soft accent to is as she exchanged the greeting, smiling lightly. "I am seeking a table for myself and a meal, if you would."
Miguel O'Hara	The bartender smiled apologetically. "We have one table opening up, but it is for four people and this gentleman had already claimed it. There may be a time to wait for the next one-" The dark-haired gentleman raised a hand. "Uhm, if the lady doesn't mind eating at the same table with me, I'm willing to share." The bartender, with perceptible relief on his face, looks from Miguel to Saeko. "Would that be acceptable, miss...?"
Saeko	A blink, a consideration, but the idea doesn't seem to have offended the raven-haired woman whose gaze turns towards Miguel, seeming to take a moment to access him with a single sweep of her gaze before her lips drift to a gentle smile and a nod. "I would be quite happy to dine with you, if it would not be an interuption."
Miguel O'Hara	The light-skinned Hispanic man smiles slightly, very slightly, but he responds with, "Thanks. Dining alone is not all it's cracked up to be." The bartender's happy, he is sharing a table with a beautiful girl, and he used 21st-century vernacular correctly. In his mind, he's batting a thousand. The bartender makes a motion to the two of them, then says, "The table is ready now." Miguel stood, then walked over to the table, standing next to his chair. His grandmother won't even be born for another eight years and she's still kick his hoop if he sat down before the lady did. "Uhm...my name's Miguel. Miguel O'Hara?"
Saeko	To be fair, Saeko herself was born further back in time than he would be forward, but that didn't mean much. At least she seemed to be managing to blend in relatively well enough when she was 'playing human' after all. Making to sit herself down and gently reaching for the menu, there was a little mote of excitement to her features as she opened it before her and drawing her fingertip down the surface as she considers. She'd been in the modern age for about a year now, but even then there was so much to see in the city. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miguel, I am Saeko." No surname given, instead she lifts her gaze to him lightly. "You have dined here before?"
Miguel O'Hara	Miguel shook his head. "No, ma'am. First time here. Heard good things from the guys in the yard." He blinked, then amended quickly, "Uhm, I...I work with a construction crew. Downtown, a few blocks south of Stark Tower." Okay, he's day labor who lugs around bags of cement, but it still counts. "Some of the other crew have gotten lunch delivered from here. It's not BLT Steak or the Gotham Cafe, but it's gotten high ratings." He pauses, then adds, "My treat, by the way."
Saeko	"You are a builder?" she questions lightly as she glances down towards the menu once more before setting it out before her and then making to gently beckon the server over to order a drink. Certainly the 'wine' of this culture was quite different to the sake of the land she'd been born...but exploration and experience was very much some of the best parts of walking among the humans. She was quick to ask the server what he'd recommend...almost certainly getting steered towards the more expensive end -right- as Miguel was making his offer. Ooops. "Are you certain?"
Miguel O'Hara	Ah, shock. You can scat pretty close to the line separating truth and lie, and for this, he can't cross it. "I'm...well, shock...no. I do scut work, haul materials, that sort of thing." He sighs. "I just...did well this week, and I can afford it, Miss Saeko. Besides...I offered. Gotta take responsibility, or my gran'mama would never forgive me." He looks to the server, then says, "Uhm, I'll have the Mexican Coca-Cola...and I think I'd like the gnocchi in marinara sauce."