[center][color=indianred][h2]ｋａｒｉｓｈｍａ ｌａｇｈａｒｉ[/h2][/color] [i]Location - Heaven Square Mall Mentions - Interactions - [@Alex_The_Great][/i] [/center] Karishma looked up from her coffee to Alex and stuck her tongue out at him. "I deserve it after running six miles," She sipped her coffee after she had finished dumping five sugar packets into the dark liquid. She didn't mind Alex's arm around her, it offered warm against her thin sportswear-- and it felt nice. "I work most of the day," She nibbled on her bottom lip as she tried to work out her schedule for the next of the week. She had to go to the studio and record her album, but she still ended her single first. This week was going to be busy since she had finished writing the song and just needed to show up for the recording and work with the band. "Maybe around six?" She would get out of work at four, but she wanted to wash up before going over to Alex's place. While she often didn't care if people saw her in sweats and a t-shirt, their little meet up was starting to sound more and more like a date. "Here," Karishma said with a smile as she took Alex's phone and typed down her phone number. She named herself "Kari" followed by two emoji hearts and a kissy face. While she did that, Gabe, on the other side of her looked over at Alex. "I see why she liked you so quickly." The man said and groaned when Karishma lightly punched his arm. "You shouldn't be asking me; you should be asking her." He smiled when Karishma rolled her eyes and handed the phone back to Alex. "I'm just her bodyguard and friend." "I'm not famous. Here anyway. I'm infamous in India. Would I be considered infamous?" She tapped her index finger on her chin as she thought about the whole thing. Telling Alex about her career in India was not something she wanted to do so quickly. Those people who knew often felt bad for her or began to treat her differently after finding out. They would also find out about all the shit that went down and all the rumors and backlash she had faced a few months ago. She didn't want people asking her questions or begging for the truth. Looking her up wasn't as simple anyway, she hadn't used her real name while working in Bollywood. Her agent had done an excellent job and keeping it a secret. "I'll tell you later, I promise." Karishma finally said, looking at Alex. "I'll have to take you out on a date first." She smiled, bringing back the light and playful atmosphere. She didn't want to linger too much on the whole famous thing. "Since you'll be having me over, why don't I have you over too?" It had been a while since she had cooked something and she was craving some homemade food for a while. [hr][hr] [center][color=lightsteelblue][h1]ᴀᴏᴋɪ ʀᴇʏɴᴀ sᴀɴᴅsᴛʀöᴍ[/h1][/color] [i]Location - Old Harbor Mentions - Interactions - [@RoccanIronclad][/i][/center] "Oh." Aoki took the drawing back and quickly put it back in her sketchbook just as a gust of wind hit them. She shut eyes quickly and waited until it was over to look at him again. She was glad that she would be able to keep the sketch since she had been planning on painting on a large canvas if she ever had the free time. "Oh, you run the Final Round Armory? I guess it is good I'm keeping it then, wouldn't want it to get burned." She offered up a friendly smile. "My name is Aoki Sandtröm; I'm an art conservator at Sol Museum." She offered the man a handshake after putting her sketchbook in her bag. "I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I tried to be discreet, but it looks like I failed." She was just glad that he didn't seem to mind too since he was inviting her over for lunch. "Ah, really?" Aoki smiled as she fumbled with her scarf. She was hungry, and she didn't feel like cooking anything today. "Fish does sound good right now." She agreed and gave him a small nod. "I wouldn't want you to waste any good food either, and I'm willing to help with whatever." While Aoki wasn't the greatest cook, she could make passable cook with just enough seasoning. Cooking wasn't her stronghold, something she hadn't been able to learn from both of her parents since they were both great cooks. It seemed like fate had decided she knew how to play enough instruments and decided not to give her the talent of cooking.