[New York] Say You Will.

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Not caring how it worked might become a problem one day, but at the moment it seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind. She'd packed up her life in Utah, being able to fit it all into one bag and slung it over her shoulder before heading to the airport. She knew to be smart about it at least, to not ask for too much and to word it so that even

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Sarah hung up the phone and took a seat on her couch reading the address off the slip of paper and putting it into her phone. It took a bit to figure out where she was and where she had to go, but thankfully it wasn't exactly that far. Her apartment was in lower Manhattan just up closer to the heart of it. Weighing her options she figured she'd hit up the Starbucks across the street then hail a cab and just get them to take her at least to the corner and she'd walk the rest of the way

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The phone was ringing. It was on the other end of the loft. The coffee wasn't ready yet. He still didn't have any clothes on. Nothing was ready.

These thoughts rapidly repeated themselves in his head as Isaac slapped his head against the coffee maker, trying to force it to brew the coffee faster. As the phone kept ringing he abandoned the coffee and ran barefoot across the floor to reach the ringing phone.

Almost out of breath he let Sarah speak as he tried to regain his bearings. "I'm sure as hell not asleep, I can tell you that much." He glanced over at the coffee. Apparently they wouldn't need it after all. "I'll meet you at the door, it sounds like you found the place alright."

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"Not asleep is good, unless you're tired, then you should've stopped me from coming over so soon

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He waved a hand in dismissal that she may or may not see. "Eh, it's not a big deal. If I didn't want you coming over I wouldn't have suggested it."

Sarah then mentioned checking the view and Isaac suddenly self a surge of panic amidst his scrambling. He'd realized a bit too late that the towel was probably not the best thing to wear if he wanted to make a good first impression. It was too late for that now, as this was the first time he'd actually fully registered what he was wearing in relation to Sarah's visit.

He could see he through the window and lifted a hand to let her know he saw her. "No, you didn't get the wrong one. Hang on, I'll let you in." He then jogged to the door, cell in hand, and opened it.

"So this is what God looks like."

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Raising an eyebrow Sarah grinned, "In the flesh apparently, but you fit the bill a bit better for the flesh part." She was teasing really, and didn't actually mind his lack of clothing. First impressions were everything for Sarah and she often found herself making the best ones. Though being greeted by an attractive man in a towel had to break even her own personal best impression

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"Oh right," he said with a bit of a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, um, I meant to fix that, but I got a little sidetracked." Pointing to the coffeepot as if that would make up for answering the door nearly naked he continued, "but I did start brewing some coffee. That's something, right?"

After Sarah walked inside, he closed the door behind her. "Thanks for the coffee," he said as he looked at the bag while she wandered thought the loft.

At her question he abandoned the bag and and followed her so he could see which paintings she was looking at to provide commentary. "Yeah, all mine, I don't know what the point would be in faking it and having someone else do it for me."

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Sarah had stopped in front of a few of them, but none of them for too long simply because there really were a lot of them. She'd move from one to the other, a few on the floor and others up on easels. Sarah took in a breath trying to let them all sort of settle in her mind, but it was a lot to take in. Much like the sight of Isaac had been straight off half naked answering the door.

Running her hand through her hair she pulled it back and off her shoulders, more than aware that the half-naked Isaac was now following her. "Well I guess you could use it to lure God into your loft."

Sarah stopped in front of a painting of a woman just staring at what felt like her. The emotion in her eyes seemed... familiar to her in a way. Pleading almost, in a slight defensive motion Sarah let her hand cross over herself, tugging at her shoulder for a moment as she tipped her head a bit, "Do you know this woman?"

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"This one?" He stopped when she did, noting what painting Sarah was looking at. It had been propped up on an easel, one painting among many others. While he was proud of all of his work, to Isaac, this one didn't seem like it would be the one to stand out to others. Then again, art was all about interpretation, not right or wrong

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Sarah kept quiet as Isaac explained the painting, the way it seemed to just come to him and she just kept her eyes on the woman's eyes. Pulling in a slow deep breath she let her hand shift off her shoulder and up into her hair trying to disconnect a bit from that sort of panic, a panic she sort of knew quite well. Turning to face Isaac she flashed a smile of sorts, "It's wonderful, really. You're not a loony just yet either, you were all in English there too."

Sarah didn't move away from him or onto the next painting for a moment just meeting his eyes. "Plus now I'm not a stranger," she offered finally before turning away from him to move onto the next painting.

"How long do you spend on them? I mean is it more of a sit down and finish it all or do you come back to them constantly always trying to add something else to them?"

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"Thank you," he replied to her compliment, and when she continued to point out that he was still speaking in English he cracked a grin and asked, "Verdad?"

When she locked eyes with him, he couldn't help but shiver a little, rubbing a hand along his arm to further warm himself from the mysterious sudden cold. There seemed something almost familiar in her gaze, as if he'd seen it before, just like this but couldn't quite place it. The whole thing was slightly disturbing. "No, not a stranger," he answered quietly.

"It depends. Some just strike me like a flash and I have to paint it right then and there or else it's gone. Others I'm really picky with and always so back to try to perfect. Those are the worst because no matter what you do, you're never fully satisfied with them."

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She caught him rubbing at his arm between sentences out of the corner of her eye, but waited for a lull in the actual conversation before she'd point it out to him that maybe he should actually get dressed. Moving to another painting she listened to him, and she could sort of understand the notion of being a perfectionist.

When there was a break Sarah turned around, "You know if you're cold or you actually don't want to spend your time with me hoping you don't drop your towel? You can go get dressed. I'm not a clepto, I won't steal anything."

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"Yeah, the um, clothes thing. Right." He remembered how he'd been instinctively rubbing at his arm and hoped that she just thought he was cold and that was were the comment had come from. It was too early for her to see the marks along it and discover what else he did with his time.

"I'm not worried about it. While I go get dressed feel free to help yourself to some coffee. There's some mugs sitting on top of the microwave." With that he left to what could be considered the bedroom area to trade in the towel for actual clothing.

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Sarah had to smile a bit at how he made it into the 'clothes thing' as he moved toward the back of the loft and she headed back to the kitchen where the coffee was sitting in the pot keeping warm. She was pretty good at maneuvering around all the odd things scattered about, including what was probably clothing he'd taken off earlier, or... months ago. It seemed a rather eclectic lifestyle that he sort of just existed in

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As he yanked his jeans up his legs, Isaac heard a few clanking sounds. Sarah must have found the cups. He looked at the towel which lay on top of the blanket heap while his hands fumbled with the fly of his jeans. The towel had long since dried, it wouldn't get the blankets wet.

Next he picked up a wifebeater which lay draped across a chair and pulled it on, followed by a gray hoodie which had previously been on the floor. With Isaac, clothes were lucky if they reached the closet. Somewhere there was always a disconnect between the washing, drying, and putting away order of dealing with laundry. Folding was a process that he eliminated altogether.

Then he heard Sarah's next words which almost made him stumble over a shoe. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the compliment of sorts, but he had never expected it from someone who told him to put his clothes onFollowing the sound of her voice, and the smell of coffee, he joined her in the kitchen. He grinned at her, taking the liberty to reach for one of the mugs. "I knew I was right

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Sarah hid her smirk behind her cup of coffee as she took a sip of it, but the amused raise of her eyebrows probably told enough as it was. She wondered how long she could avoid saying something if she just kept sipping her coffee very slowly and nodding along to him. Of course that wouldn't exactly be a great continuance of the visit that she'd set up for herself here

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As sipping gingerly at the too warm coffee, he shook his head. "You're being too hard on yourself. If you would have kept your mouth shut we wouldn't have Da. Vid Ca. Ru. So. to talk about."

He shrugged. "Or we could go back to the internet, but that's not as fun." He tried sipping the coffee again and pulled his mouth away. "Still too hot," he muttered.

With her compliment he returned her smile. "It's good to know God doesn't think any less of me for ditching the towel."