It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday. Today was Jasmyne's day off. She didn't usually have Saturday's off but she had switched shifts with another waitress a couple of weeks ago. The girl had wanted that Saturday off and so Jasmyne had agreed only if she got to take a Saturday off as well at some point. Today was that day.

When she woke that morning and showered, she put on a pair of light blue jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Dark blue sandles were on her feet and her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She wore no make-up. She never wore make-up.

She's walking around in the museum looking at various things here and there. Nothing in particular. Just looking at stuff.

(yay for Sinister)

Sinister was also poking around the museum. He had no real purpose for beinghere. He wasn't sure where his friend em was, and it was abit too hot to be at the beach right now. The museum was pleasant and air conditioned. As usual he has his clunky back pack and several bottles of water.

Today he wears a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a navy blue pole shirt with clunky nerd boy sandals. Still he is the epitome of cherubically cute. Pretty blue eyes, curly golden locks, and a light dusting of freckles on his fair skin.

The girl was busy looking at one of the pamplets from one of the exhibits and, thus, didn't see the kid she was walking towards. She bumped into him and dropped everything she was carrying.

"Oh gosh," she said in an apologetic voice. "I am so sorry. I really should start watching where I'm going." She bent down and began to try to pick up her papers that she'd dropped.

"S'okay." Sinister said softly bending to help her pick the things up. His voice had just recently started to deepen, but it is still soft and gentle. He helped her gather everything up swiftly and gracefully in spite of his pudgy and short form.

Once her papers and stuff were all gathered up again, she stood up. She shifted her stuff into one arm and held out her hand to the boy. "Hi. I'm Jasmyne."

"Sinister." he said with a smile and a firm handshake. Though by lookign at him, he looks far from it.

"What an interesting name," she said after shaking his hand. She was surprised by the firmness of his handshake but didn't let it show. "What brings you here?"

"no classes this morning, and it's air conditioned on top of being free.....but I do like free things, so I did make a donation." The boy says. "Mostly killing time. I have a study group for quantum physics , but not til 6 tonight." The boy said, as if these were ordinary things to hear from a boy.

“Oh,” she responded almost shyly. Quantum physics. Boy was that way above her head. “I’m here because today is my day off. It’s not very often that I get to have a Saturday off to do as I please.”

"I see." the boy said politely. He was frequently free on Saturdays, most students are. "Come here often?" he asked. He is not the swiftest at polite conversation, but he does try.

"No actually," she answers. "This is my first time here. I'm usually too tired to do much but curl up on my couch at home and read a book or fall asleep. You?"

" I come here sometimes, I walk all over the place, just get restless. Even with all my classes." He says in a cheery tone.

"I see," she replies and shifts her papers in her arms. "You lived here long?" Idle chit chat. Thrilling I'm sure.

"Just since I started classes, less than a year." the boy answers. HE does not volunteer prior to living here he lived in and out of orphanages.

And she doesn't ask either. She's not the nosey sort who likes to pry into people's lives. Nope. Not boring Jasmyne. "Oh wow. I've never been anywhere other than Bayfield. Born and raised here. Looks like I'll be dying here one day as well."

"It's not so bad." Really it isn't compared to some of the orphanages he's stayed in elsewhere. "There are places where there is literally nothing to do." which is how sinister got so book smart.

"I'm always too busy working to be able to do much of anything else," she told him. "Do you have a favorite exhibit here?"

"Dinosaurs." the boy said laughing, oh my an actual boylike trait he likes dinosaurs.....

"I've not yet seen the dinosaurs here. Care to join me?"

"Sure." Sin agrees happily, it's a farily impressive exhibit. They have some interesting multi media displays in there as well if you like that sort of thing." He says enthusiastically.

"Great. Sounds interesting," she replies and follows the kid.

Sinister takes her to the exibit and show her all it's features, both low tech and those with true geek appeal. They spend about two hous with the dinosaurs. At which poin it is lunch time and Sinister's very vocal stomach announces it is so.

She was actually fully enjoying herself as the boy showed her around the exhibit and such.

"Are you hungry? Want to grab some lunch?"

" I am always hungry, I shoule change my legal name to hungry. Should we go to the sanckbar, or leave to seek real nourishment?" He asked.

"How about some real nourishment? What sounds good to you? I'm paying." Gosh. She hoped this wasn't making her sound like some sort of desperate pervert or something.

"Hmm what sorts of stuff do you like, I know all sorts of cheap spots with good eats. " the boy said.

"Anyplace but Monroe's is fine with me. That's where I work and I really don't feel like going into my place of work on my day off."

"Well do you like italian food, I know aplace with pretty good lunch specials, they have really good pasta salad, fried eggplant, manicotti, even pizza if you like." he tells her.

"I love Italian food. I don't have a car so we'll have to walk. Is it far?"

"Nah, but then again I do walk everywhere, is three blocks far?" he asks her.

"Nope. Not far at all. Lead the way," she says and starts to follow him.

Sinister leads her to the tiny Italian restaurant he knows of. It is in an old converted house. The dining room has a whole six tables and there are also two on the side walk out front. "Should we eat inside or outside?" he asks. The place smells heavenly.

"Outside," she answers. Once they're seated at one of the outside tables, she begins to look over the menu. "What's good?"

"Everything, but I hate alfraedo, os I've not personally tried it. Everything else I have eaten and liked, the stuffed mushrooms are to die for. The veal parmasean is excellent also." He says.

"It all sounds so good," she said as she continued looking over the menu. "How about we get an order of stuffed mushrooms to share for starters? I'll also have the lasagna. What about you?"

"I think I'll go with the spaghetti and meatballs today. Spliting the mushrooms sounds good." He says with a grin.

"Great," she says and give the waitress their order.

"So, tell me," she starts to say. "You don't always go hanging out like this with strangers, do you?"

"Depends, most of the time nope. Sometimes, I can just tell things about people though. That must sound crazy." He says, not something he's ever told anyone.

"Well that's good that you don't just go with strangers most of the time," she said and smiled. "Rest assured, I'm no one to be scared of. Only think I could ever harm is a fly. Naw. That doesn't sound crazy."

The mushrooms were brought out while they were talking. "Oh these are so good I swear. " He said with a grin.