[center][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/940df9d5e706458e9e749a4572ce4f2a/tumblr_mm3ap80WF51snj5eqo1_400.gif[/img][hr][color=crimson][h1]Nylah Weiss[/h1][/color][hr][sup]Bagel Place   ||   Kieran[@neoAC][/sup][/center]
Nylah was just about ready to pay when a hand clamped down on her shoulder, spooking her enough to cause her to flinch. Whirling around, Nylah saw who it was and grinned broadly. [color=crimson]“Kieran, just in time to confirm that I indeed ordered the correct thing this time — Canuck Cluster, right?”[/color] Turning to the cashier again, Nylah handed her credit card over with a smile.  [color=crimson]“If it weren’t for my parents, I really would be a starving artist right now,”[/color] Nylah said to Kieran, a wry smile on her face as she took back the card. 

While not entirely ashamed of the fact that she still relied on a monthly allowance of sorts from her parents, Nylah wasn’t exactly proud of it either, but it saved her from becoming a waiter — a career path that almost every actor in New York always seemed to consider at some point. [i]In fact,[/i] Nylah thought, thanking the cashier politely before walking over to the waiting area, [i]she’s probably an aspiring actor too. Or artist — either or.[/i]

Setting the depressing thoughts aside, Nylah turned to Kieran with a grin. [color=crimson]“So, how was your night? I’m assuming that — since I couldn’t reach you via Snapchat after ten pm — you were out?”[/color] Nylah’s hand shot up just as their order arrived at the pick-up counter, bagged separately and everything. [color=crimson]“Seriously, why do they bother calling out the numbers? We’re all watching them like hawks waiting for a chance to strike — which, since we’re picking up food, is a pretty apt comparison if i do say so myself.”[/color] 

Picking up the two bags and handing on of them to Kieran — [color=crimson]“The one that smells better, no surprises there,”[/color] — Nylah led the way outside of the shop and towards one of the tables set up by the shop. [color=crimson]“Let’s pretend to be tourists,”[/color] Nylah joked, referencing the fact that New Yorkers hardly ever touched the cafe benches and chairs since they always had somewhere to be, always had somewhere to go after grabbing their food. [color=crimson]“First, I’ll stage my food and take a picture of it before eating,”[/color] she said, unwrapping her bagel and lowering it onto the table. Just before it touched, however, Nylah retracted her arm. [color=crimson]“Just kidding — I’m way too hungry for that.”[/color] 

Taking a satisfying bite of her toasted turkey avocado on whole grain — Nylah’s father imbued into her a tendency to eat healthy when offered the choice, if nothing else — Nylah chewed and swallowed before speaking again. [color=crimson]“So, it’s Phillip’s birthday. Did you get him anything?”[/color] she asked, taking another bite of her bagel.