[Georgia Taylor]

Satisfied that there was no one of interest to her in the diner, she pulled the door open and led her acquaintance to a table where she should see the other patrons of the restaurant. Finally, she focused on him, especially when he was replying to her question.

She was about to ask where Nova Scotia was, when he clarified. Canada. All she knew about Canada was that they had moose. Mooses? "I'm from here, yeah. Born and raised in New York. No family or anything, but I'm not worried about it. I get on just fine," she said, sliding a menu from behind the sugar jar and passing it over to him.

What can I get you? a voice sounded. The waiter.

"I'll have a coffee. Black. And a water. Thanks," she said, looking over to Lucien expectantly.

[Lucien Bilodeau]

Lucien took the menu and looked at it, but he wasn't really reading it. Instead, he was listening to his companion explaining where she was from. Not having family was almost inconceivable for him. He placed a lot of value on his family and having people to support him. She seemed rather well adjusted, though, as far as he could tell.

The waiter showed up, and he politely waited for her to order. When it was his turn, Lucien instinctively started to order in French before catching himself. "Black coffee, s'il vous plait." He had to remember he wasn't in a French area anymore.

While the waiter went to get their drinks, he turned his attention back to Georgia. "So... what do you do, Georgia?" he asked, absently running his finger down the menu in an attempt to determine what he wanted to eat, if anything.

[Georgia Taylor]

Georgia really liked this accent she was hearing, and hearing him actually say something in French was really attractive. She knew it was french because she'd heard it before- everyone know what s'il vous plait meant. She almost wished she could speak some French just so she could impress him. And that was a weird feeling.

"Oh, you know. Odd jobs here and there. I make a lot of... deliveries for people," she said, skirting around the truth. It wasn't a lie, just a bit of an avoidance. She smiled and tried to distract him instead of going on about her employment situation. "So, what are you going to do now that you're in New York?"

[Lucien Bilodeau]

He returned her smile, feeling more at ease. She seemed nice, and he felt like he could actually enjoy being around her - and that was coming from a man who usually liked to be alone, if not with family. Lucien nodded in understanding, although he did notice she didn't linger on her own life.

"Well, I do have to get my ship fixed. The mast broke, and I lost some nets, so I'll have to replace those, too." Dollar signs were adding up in his mind. "And I'd like to try and get a message to my family, so they know I'm alright. Other than that, I really have no plans. I know nothing about the city," he admitted, hanging his head.

[Georgia Taylor]

Georgia raised here eyebrows when Lucien mentioned just how broken his ship was. She didn't know much about sailing a ship, but she was pretty sure that a mast was almost the most important part of the ship. It was probably expensive too.

"It's a big city... it sounds like you've got a lot to do too. You got a place to stay? Or are you going to try and sleep on that boat of yours?" she asked, trying to keep her head in the game.

Their waiter brought their drinks, asking at the same time if they were going to have anything to eat. Georgia ordered some fries and remembered that she was only doing this to distract this fisherman from being near her pier.

[Lucien Bilodeau]

He shook his head, twisting his hands together in embarrassment. "Non," Lucien replied, letting out a sigh. "I didn't really plan on being here, so I suppose I'll stay on the boat for now," he said, a little more morosely than he intended.

When the waiter came back, he took a sip of the coffee and ordered himself some fries, unintentionally copying her. "I won't mind, though. It's really my home, more than the house back home," he added, trying to sound less desperate. "I don't suppose you know a place where I could pick up some lumber, do you?"

[Georgia Taylor]

Georgia tried not to get distracted by the interesting French accent she was hearing. Something about it was drawing her in. But him staying on the boat was problematic for her shipment that needed to go out. She was really gonna hear it from the end customer - though she didn't really think that was fair, since she was the one risking jail time if she was caught.

"There's a place up the street, a lumber yard. I forget what it's called, but it's maybe three blocks that way on the right," she said, wondering if he would go and check it out now so that she could get her illegal booze from in front of his boat. She took a slightly anxious sip of her coffee and looked at the clock on the wall. "You got a bed on that boat of yours?" she wondered aloud.