Owner	Pose
Nikolas Kamarov	Swiping right is always a challenge. Well, the swiping is always easier you just look at girls and swipe. It's getting them to swipe back is always tricky. Plus, if you don't pay the subscription you never know who matches with you. It's a crap shoot for any body to navigate. Nikolas elected to go with simple photos. Him dressed in a suit with the jacket off and the sleeves rolled up a grin for the camera. Him in athletic shorts and a tank top out on a hike, the backdrop a forested valley covered in snow. Him dressed in jeans and a nice button down shirt. Simple. It was shocking though to actually get a match. Even more shocking that the conversation wasn't How tall? How much money? but actually was a quick get to know you and Nikolas was shocked when she said yes to dinner at the cafe at the famous Banya in Brooklyn. It was not dress your best place, but it was a place that you didn't have to put up false pretenses and be someone who you weren't. Nikolas is already. He is dressed down, in that he's wearing a pair of jeans the fit him quite well with a sharp leather jacket with a red collared shirt. Probably silk. His light blue eyes watch the entrance, waiting for his date. Hoping to god, it's not the 300 lb woman who just walked in.
Lois Lane	His profile did say he was Russian, and she knew of the bathhouse portion by reputation. Besides, outside of borscht, she's never had Russian faire, so it seemed like a good place to try it. Dressed in a simple sweater dress, she wanders into the restaurant area. Was Lois Lane really on the app? Oh look, it's her, and she's actually heading towards the person she decided to match with. A bright smile remains on her features as she gives him a look over and extends a hand. "Nik? Lois." she says, offering a somewhat casual introduction.
Nikolas Kamarov	There is a look of relief upon his face when Lois steps around the 600 lbs woman (the weight is always going to change), and comes up to him. Her hand is smaller then his and he takes it up and offers the woman a warm smile. "Da, Nikolas Kamarov," the man says with that Russian accent of his. "Shall we...." He says slowly leading he towards a table. "Wait. Lois?" He stops and turns to look at her. "Ah, the Lois Lane! We met on New Years." He says slapping his forehead. "I got caught up in our conversation that I didn't look at your photos." Pulling out the seat for her, he waits for her to take it before taking up his own.
Lois Lane	THere is a bit of recognition on her features as she looks towards him, giving a bit of a toothy grin. "Oh yeah! You made way for us through the crowd to make sure we could have good spots to see the ball drop!" Lois replies, "I hope you enjoyed it." A hearty laugh can be heard escaping from her lips. "I'm glad you only looked at conversation or maybe you would have run away." Naturally, she feels a little less than attractive considering how things have been as of late.
Nikolas Kamarov	"Getting through crowds is just one of my many skill." Nikolas says with a small bob of his head a grin upon his lips. However it fades, "I missed the drop. Sadly, worked called." He grabs the menu and sifts through it as he looks up at her. "Have you had Russian before?" He asks with a lift of his brows. "Oh, I certainly looked Lois. But I wasn't fixated upon them, more the profile itself and then the conversation afterwards." His gring wrly, looking across from the table. "My photos are way better then I am in person, ya? And from where I sit, you are certainly as lovely as I remember when I saw you at th." A brief pause, "at the Times Square."
Lois Lane	"Work called when the ball dropped? Strange job." Lois comments, before she laughs at the potential innuendo. "I can't I have, other than Russian dressing." she admits ruefully, chuckling almost immediately after wards. "And I do think you are much more handsome in person than in your photos. No need to be modest, Nik. You'd rival Superman himself, and I'd know." Seeing that she was regularly saved by the man of steel.
Nikolas Kamarov	"Da. It is a living. Much better work then hard labor in the Gulag." Nikolas says. "What is Russian dressing?" He asks tilting his head looking curious. "Ah, that red stuff, looks like ketchup." He nods his head knowingly. "If you like dumplings, Pelmeni is great. Kholodets are good." He sees the bit of confusion. "Meat and cheese." "Superman?" Nikolas says with a lift of his brow. "If we move forward, Lois, am I going to have to fight Superman to keep you?" A mere mortal fighting Superman, fat chance. "Cause this old man would do it." Old man? He looks late 30s at most.