[color=007236][center][h1]Aisik Shomer[/h1][/center][/color]
[color=92278f]"Aisik Shomer?"[/color] Aisik froze, strawberry already halfway to his mouth, when a voice called out to him from his left. He turned to look at the woman, a hint of confusion as he tried to place her face. [color=92278f]"How have you been? [i]Where[/i] have you been?"[/color] she asked. It took him a second to answer; he wanted to remember her first. It was the tan skin and striking eyes that finally clicked for him. Ashley Westerian. He never had many scene's with her, as often times Mordechai wasn't around Trish when she pranked Ashley's character Louis. He can only really remember a handful of scenes with them both in them.

"Ashley," He smiled, putting the plate down behind him and pushing off the table. "I've, um, I've been good!" He answered, shifting his weight from foot to foot as his smile turned a little nervous. "I actually...moved back home. To Netanya, that is." His old habits already started clawing at him, telling him to leave it at that and not give her any more information. But after everything he's been through, he knew it was better to have things out in the open.

"Uh, Netanya, Israel...I run a Youth Shelter there with...with my partner. I sell my art, too..." He tapered off. Jeez, for all the counseling and therapy he's given he kids in the Shelter, telling them to talk things out and be honest, it was easier said than done. Not that he didn't know that, but it's still odd trying to be so honest with the people he'd kept basically everything from, despite having befriended them all in one way or another.

"Aisik! You've got your scene with Izabella next!" The director called over, and Aisik raised his hand to show he'd heard before turning back to Ashley. 

"Looking forward to that one," He joked, tilting his head. "What about you? I kind of...dropped off the map after I had them get rid of Mordechai, I don't know anything about anyone anymore."