This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship
Who: Ben (Casey at Bat) and Cassia (The Goose Girl Princess)
What: Cassia brings Jesse a pie, only to find out he doesn't live there anymore. Ben makes use of her dessert skills.
When: Late afternoon, a few days ago
Where: Ben's apartment
Rating: G
Cassia: It was definitely a miracle. Cassia's MacBook Pro was finally cooperating thanks to Jesse's fixing up her computer. The blonde could finally go on the INTERNET. Imagine that! She'd immediately gone online and ordered a few things for Mr. Floppy Ears and then looked at shelters in NYC who were giving kitties away just in case that girl Delilah had some kind of personal bias against her and persuaded that Henry guy to not give her a kitten. Sometimes, Cassia wished she could adopt a whole bunch of animals and live with all of them on a farm. That and she wished she could feed all the homeless. But that was only wishful thinking.
A 'ding' went off on the distance and Cassia looked up from a paper she was working on about children with physically abuse parents and the psychological effects it had on their daily lives. Her pie was done! Hopping off to the kitchen, she opened the oven door and the smell of spiced apple wafted from the oven. Her apple pie smelled delicious. She'd promised Jesse something in payment for his fixing her computer. 25 minutes later, the petite Princess was bundled up, the pie placed carefully in a basket, en route for the subway and ultimately Jesse's apartment.
From memory, she managed to remember how to get to his flat. Climbing up the stairs, she knocked on the door of Jesse's apartment, adjusting her scarf and rubbing her cold flushed cheeks, moving from one foot to the other as she waited for the door to open.
Ben: Life had taken a few odd twists and turns for Ben Thomas lately. Just a few short weeks ago he'd had both a best friend and a roommate but, coming back from a trip home, he'd found himself in a precarious situation.
Not only was Ben still not speaking with his best friend, Rhea, which was even more awkward considering the closeness of their living situation, but he'd come back to find his roommate gone, all of his things moved out.
A quick call with his parents and Ben had solved that problem, at least. They would take care of his other half of the rent, provided he continued his education. So, while it meant returning to the academic realm, which only served to remind him that he couldn't play ball anymore, at least he could manage to not be forced into the streets.
There was a knock at the door and Ben glanced that way. He could get up and open it, yes, but he was playing Warcraft on his laptop and in the middle of a campaign with friends. Whoever it was would go away. Only that didn't seem to be happening and, with a sigh of frustration, Ben pulled the door open revealing a blonde he'd never seen and something that smelled extraordinarily good, reminding him that he hadn't eaten. "Can I help you ma'am?"
Cassia: The door opened and Cassia opened her mouth in greeting but instead it fell open and then she quickly closed it as she realized that this was indeed NOT Jesse. Who was this?? Did she get the right apartment?? Brow furrowed and blue eyes immediately went to the door to check the number to make sure she was at the right apartment. She was indeed at the right apartment but instead of Jesse, an equally cute guy (if not cuter than Jesse) had answered the door and her gaze dropped down to her boots for a moment before she looked back up.
"Um, is Jesse home?" she inquired politely, raising a gloved hand to her hair before realizing that she would probably only make it worst and her hand dropped quickly.
Ben: Ben's brow furrowed as he studied the girl in front of him. Cute, if not extremely proper, but that wasn't something that bothered him particularly. But why on earth was she asking for Jesse? No one asked for Jesse. It was odd.
"He doesn't live here anymore. As far as I can figure, moved out while I was in Florida. I don't have any idea just where he went." His eyes dropped to the basket she was carrying, eyeing the cloth covering the top. "Are you carrying some sort of concealed weapons in there?"
Cassia: "Oh?" Cassia frowned again. How bizarre! Shrugging more to herself, she nodded and then realized at his last question that he probably thought she was answering his last question.
"Oh! No, no. It's a pie!" Setting the basket down for a moment, she pulled off her gloves and put them in her purse before picking the basket back up again, tucking a blonde lock behind her ear and then removing the picnic blanket, revealing the source of the very thing he'd first smelled when he opened the door. "Apple. It's for Jesse. He fixed my computer," she explained. "So I figured I'd bring him a pie for fixing it for free. But since he's not here, I guess I'll leave," she said, blowing out some air from her mouth in a sign of slight frustration. She'd come all the way over here and he wasn't here?? And now she had to find someone else to take this pie, though she doubted it would be that hard. Richard seemed to accept her pies without question.
Ben: An apple pie? Well that was too good to pass up! She couldn't just show up with a proffered pie and leave. No, Ben's stomach was having none of that, as attested to by the growling that was currently taking place. Just the mention of apple pie was enough to nearly have him salivating.
"Well, if you need someone to take that pie of your hands, I suppose I could. I mean, you never know. Maybe Jesse will come back. It'd be almost like you were giving it to him. Just leaving it with his roommate." Former roommate. Whatever. As long as she left the pie, he was happy. He gave her his most winning smile, leaning casually against the door frame. How much did it take to convince a girl to hand over a pie?
Cassia: She couldn't help it. She gave a giggle. He was so cute! God. This had to be a crime. Seriously. Cassia had encountered plenty of charming guys like this (with a success rate of about 0 in trying to resist, except Murdock, but he did not even count!) and so it was with a smile that she set the basket down and lifted the pie out of the basket, handing it over to him.
"Well, alright. You can have it! I mean, I did come all the way over here, so why not." Fixing the blanket back in there, she picked the basket up."I'm Cassia by the way." Unsure as to whether she should try to attempt to make him shake her hand, she figured it would be easier if she just .. didn't, lest risk him dropping the pie and all of her hard work going to waste! And fighting off a homeless man on the subway who tried to steal it from her. Really!
Ben: Ben's grin grew as she removed the pie, handing it over to him while accompanying the deal with an absolutely adorable giggle. He always did like blondes! A cute girl showing up at his door with a pie was something he'd definitely have to call his brothers about. It didn't happen every day, especially in New York.
"Thanks," he replied, trying to figure out just what to do with the pie. "I'm Ben. It's nice to meet you, Cassia." Hand shaking was definitely out and, as the pie was still warm on the bottom, he'd have to sit it down soon. "Since you know Jesse and I know Jesse, I suppose it's a little like we already know eachother. You should stop by again. Maybe for dinner or something." And she could bring dessert if she baked like this!
Cassia: Dipping her head slightly, she looked back up, laughing at his logic. "I guess you're right then. How can I argue with logic like that." With an adjust of the basket on her arm, she straightened out, brushing some imaginary lint off of her scarf. Really, anything that would rule out looking at him cause whenever she did, it just made her giggle. How girlishly embarrassing.
At the mention of dinner, she looked surprised and was rendered speechless momentarily, resembling a fish as she opened her mouth, then closed it again, then repeating that over again. Cassia was suffering what one would call de ja vu. Why did that seem so familiar? She'd never met this guy before in her life. Shaking it off as nervousness, she finally was able to respond. "Um.. dinner!" she ended up repeating. "I mean, sure! Definitely." Wow, wake up Cassia! A rumble of her own stomach reminded her that it was definitely time for Cassia to go home and cook some dinner up and feed Jonas and his house guest. Who was that guy anyways? She hoped he hadn't heard her stomach making that God awful noise. That was almost as bad as it grumbling in the middle of a final in a quiet, echoing lecture hall, this sad misfortune seeming to befall the blonde Princess every year at university.
Ben: Ben nearly laughed at the expression on her face. She had to be invited to dinner! He was sure of it. And, letting his gaze wander over her once more, he concluded that she was probably invited for more than dinner just as often. Somehow though, she seemed a bit too virginal for that sort of thing. There was an overwhelming innocence about her.
As her stomach growled, he couldn't help but smile. At least it wasn't just him. Stepping inside for a moment, he sat the pie on the counter in the kitchen and grabbed a pen, jotting down some information. "This is my email and my cell number. Call or e-mail and we'll make plans," he assured her. "I'm a damn good cook. You won't be disappointed, Cassia."
Cassia: Taking the paper from him, she put it in her purse, making sure to leave it on top so it wouldn't get lost somewhere in the confines of her rather large bag, which was all the rage today.
"Okay!" Cassia told him, a smile growing on her face without her knowledge. She had to do this more often, showing up at people's doorsteps with pastries. It seemed to be working in her favor or something. She picked up her basket and headed off from the door, giving him a wave. "Oh, wait, do you want my cell number? So you
don't .. think I'm some strange unknown number when I call." Or 'if' she did. Wait, should she have said that instead to make herself seem more mysterious. Oh God, who cares!
Ben: Ben waved as she walked away, only to have her stop again, turning towards him. One brow show up expectantly, waiting for the blonde to tell him that it was a farce. A frat brother had obviously arranged this. Girls didn't just show up to your door with pie! Next she'd be showing up with Braves tickets. No, this had to be wrong.
But instead, all she wanted was to give him her number. "No, it's no problem," he assured her. "I always answer my phone anyway, so I can get your number from the caller ID when you call. Then we'll work something out." He gave her another one of his most charming smiles before closing the door. Fork in hand, he and the pie retreated in front of the computer. Maybe answering the door wasn't so bad after all.
What: Cassia brings Jesse a pie, only to find out he doesn't live there anymore. Ben makes use of her dessert skills.
When: Late afternoon, a few days ago
Where: Ben's apartment
Rating: G
Cassia: It was definitely a miracle. Cassia's MacBook Pro was finally cooperating thanks to Jesse's fixing up her computer. The blonde could finally go on the INTERNET. Imagine that! She'd immediately gone online and ordered a few things for Mr. Floppy Ears and then looked at shelters in NYC who were giving kitties away just in case that girl Delilah had some kind of personal bias against her and persuaded that Henry guy to not give her a kitten. Sometimes, Cassia wished she could adopt a whole bunch of animals and live with all of them on a farm. That and she wished she could feed all the homeless. But that was only wishful thinking.
A 'ding' went off on the distance and Cassia looked up from a paper she was working on about children with physically abuse parents and the psychological effects it had on their daily lives. Her pie was done! Hopping off to the kitchen, she opened the oven door and the smell of spiced apple wafted from the oven. Her apple pie smelled delicious. She'd promised Jesse something in payment for his fixing her computer. 25 minutes later, the petite Princess was bundled up, the pie placed carefully in a basket, en route for the subway and ultimately Jesse's apartment.
From memory, she managed to remember how to get to his flat. Climbing up the stairs, she knocked on the door of Jesse's apartment, adjusting her scarf and rubbing her cold flushed cheeks, moving from one foot to the other as she waited for the door to open.
Ben: Life had taken a few odd twists and turns for Ben Thomas lately. Just a few short weeks ago he'd had both a best friend and a roommate but, coming back from a trip home, he'd found himself in a precarious situation.
Not only was Ben still not speaking with his best friend, Rhea, which was even more awkward considering the closeness of their living situation, but he'd come back to find his roommate gone, all of his things moved out.
A quick call with his parents and Ben had solved that problem, at least. They would take care of his other half of the rent, provided he continued his education. So, while it meant returning to the academic realm, which only served to remind him that he couldn't play ball anymore, at least he could manage to not be forced into the streets.
There was a knock at the door and Ben glanced that way. He could get up and open it, yes, but he was playing Warcraft on his laptop and in the middle of a campaign with friends. Whoever it was would go away. Only that didn't seem to be happening and, with a sigh of frustration, Ben pulled the door open revealing a blonde he'd never seen and something that smelled extraordinarily good, reminding him that he hadn't eaten. "Can I help you ma'am?"
Cassia: The door opened and Cassia opened her mouth in greeting but instead it fell open and then she quickly closed it as she realized that this was indeed NOT Jesse. Who was this?? Did she get the right apartment?? Brow furrowed and blue eyes immediately went to the door to check the number to make sure she was at the right apartment. She was indeed at the right apartment but instead of Jesse, an equally cute guy (if not cuter than Jesse) had answered the door and her gaze dropped down to her boots for a moment before she looked back up.
"Um, is Jesse home?" she inquired politely, raising a gloved hand to her hair before realizing that she would probably only make it worst and her hand dropped quickly.
Ben: Ben's brow furrowed as he studied the girl in front of him. Cute, if not extremely proper, but that wasn't something that bothered him particularly. But why on earth was she asking for Jesse? No one asked for Jesse. It was odd.
"He doesn't live here anymore. As far as I can figure, moved out while I was in Florida. I don't have any idea just where he went." His eyes dropped to the basket she was carrying, eyeing the cloth covering the top. "Are you carrying some sort of concealed weapons in there?"
Cassia: "Oh?" Cassia frowned again. How bizarre! Shrugging more to herself, she nodded and then realized at his last question that he probably thought she was answering his last question.
"Oh! No, no. It's a pie!" Setting the basket down for a moment, she pulled off her gloves and put them in her purse before picking the basket back up again, tucking a blonde lock behind her ear and then removing the picnic blanket, revealing the source of the very thing he'd first smelled when he opened the door. "Apple. It's for Jesse. He fixed my computer," she explained. "So I figured I'd bring him a pie for fixing it for free. But since he's not here, I guess I'll leave," she said, blowing out some air from her mouth in a sign of slight frustration. She'd come all the way over here and he wasn't here?? And now she had to find someone else to take this pie, though she doubted it would be that hard. Richard seemed to accept her pies without question.
Ben: An apple pie? Well that was too good to pass up! She couldn't just show up with a proffered pie and leave. No, Ben's stomach was having none of that, as attested to by the growling that was currently taking place. Just the mention of apple pie was enough to nearly have him salivating.
"Well, if you need someone to take that pie of your hands, I suppose I could. I mean, you never know. Maybe Jesse will come back. It'd be almost like you were giving it to him. Just leaving it with his roommate." Former roommate. Whatever. As long as she left the pie, he was happy. He gave her his most winning smile, leaning casually against the door frame. How much did it take to convince a girl to hand over a pie?
Cassia: She couldn't help it. She gave a giggle. He was so cute! God. This had to be a crime. Seriously. Cassia had encountered plenty of charming guys like this (with a success rate of about 0 in trying to resist, except Murdock, but he did not even count!) and so it was with a smile that she set the basket down and lifted the pie out of the basket, handing it over to him.
"Well, alright. You can have it! I mean, I did come all the way over here, so why not." Fixing the blanket back in there, she picked the basket up."I'm Cassia by the way." Unsure as to whether she should try to attempt to make him shake her hand, she figured it would be easier if she just .. didn't, lest risk him dropping the pie and all of her hard work going to waste! And fighting off a homeless man on the subway who tried to steal it from her. Really!
Ben: Ben's grin grew as she removed the pie, handing it over to him while accompanying the deal with an absolutely adorable giggle. He always did like blondes! A cute girl showing up at his door with a pie was something he'd definitely have to call his brothers about. It didn't happen every day, especially in New York.
"Thanks," he replied, trying to figure out just what to do with the pie. "I'm Ben. It's nice to meet you, Cassia." Hand shaking was definitely out and, as the pie was still warm on the bottom, he'd have to sit it down soon. "Since you know Jesse and I know Jesse, I suppose it's a little like we already know eachother. You should stop by again. Maybe for dinner or something." And she could bring dessert if she baked like this!
Cassia: Dipping her head slightly, she looked back up, laughing at his logic. "I guess you're right then. How can I argue with logic like that." With an adjust of the basket on her arm, she straightened out, brushing some imaginary lint off of her scarf. Really, anything that would rule out looking at him cause whenever she did, it just made her giggle. How girlishly embarrassing.
At the mention of dinner, she looked surprised and was rendered speechless momentarily, resembling a fish as she opened her mouth, then closed it again, then repeating that over again. Cassia was suffering what one would call de ja vu. Why did that seem so familiar? She'd never met this guy before in her life. Shaking it off as nervousness, she finally was able to respond. "Um.. dinner!" she ended up repeating. "I mean, sure! Definitely." Wow, wake up Cassia! A rumble of her own stomach reminded her that it was definitely time for Cassia to go home and cook some dinner up and feed Jonas and his house guest. Who was that guy anyways? She hoped he hadn't heard her stomach making that God awful noise. That was almost as bad as it grumbling in the middle of a final in a quiet, echoing lecture hall, this sad misfortune seeming to befall the blonde Princess every year at university.
Ben: Ben nearly laughed at the expression on her face. She had to be invited to dinner! He was sure of it. And, letting his gaze wander over her once more, he concluded that she was probably invited for more than dinner just as often. Somehow though, she seemed a bit too virginal for that sort of thing. There was an overwhelming innocence about her.
As her stomach growled, he couldn't help but smile. At least it wasn't just him. Stepping inside for a moment, he sat the pie on the counter in the kitchen and grabbed a pen, jotting down some information. "This is my email and my cell number. Call or e-mail and we'll make plans," he assured her. "I'm a damn good cook. You won't be disappointed, Cassia."
Cassia: Taking the paper from him, she put it in her purse, making sure to leave it on top so it wouldn't get lost somewhere in the confines of her rather large bag, which was all the rage today.
"Okay!" Cassia told him, a smile growing on her face without her knowledge. She had to do this more often, showing up at people's doorsteps with pastries. It seemed to be working in her favor or something. She picked up her basket and headed off from the door, giving him a wave. "Oh, wait, do you want my cell number? So you
don't .. think I'm some strange unknown number when I call." Or 'if' she did. Wait, should she have said that instead to make herself seem more mysterious. Oh God, who cares!
Ben: Ben waved as she walked away, only to have her stop again, turning towards him. One brow show up expectantly, waiting for the blonde to tell him that it was a farce. A frat brother had obviously arranged this. Girls didn't just show up to your door with pie! Next she'd be showing up with Braves tickets. No, this had to be wrong.
But instead, all she wanted was to give him her number. "No, it's no problem," he assured her. "I always answer my phone anyway, so I can get your number from the caller ID when you call. Then we'll work something out." He gave her another one of his most charming smiles before closing the door. Fork in hand, he and the pie retreated in front of the computer. Maybe answering the door wasn't so bad after all.