[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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Isaac had quite the day himself. Ever since he'd talked to Sarah online he hadn't bothered to change out of the towel he'd wrapped himself in after his shower. He merely stayed in bed with his laptop, dozing on and off with a bag of gummi worms on one side of him, cell phone on the other.

During his fourth nap of the day, the cell phone rang, jolting him out of sleep. Not quite awake yet he answered the phone groggily, "'lo?"

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Sarah shifted in the chair as the phone rang, draping her legs over the arm on one side now and trying to figure out if she actually liked that chair now or not. So far it wasn't so bad at all. At the third ring Sarah pulled the phone away from her ear just to make sure she'd dialed right, which she had.

Pressing the phone between her ear and shoulder she heard it click on the fourth ring and barely a word come out of the man on the other end. Quirking an eyebrow she smiled before dropping her voice down low to nearly a whisper, "Good morning Isaac. This is God. You've been abusing the amazing powers of the Gummi Candy. I'm sorry but you have to stop that. Sour Patch Kids can take it. Gummi Worms cannot."

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It was too early to bother looking at the caller ID. Of course, 3:00 in the a afternoon wouldn't be considered early by most people. Pressing the back of his hand against a closed eye, Isaac rubbed his knuckles into it in an attempt to become more alert. For all hew knew it could be God on the other end.

"Mnff. Hey, God," he croaked as he lay on his back. "Issit gonna rain today because I really hate this closing the windows bullshit. It makes my loft stuffy."

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Sarah tried not to laugh as Isaac groggily replied to 'God' as it were. Trying to think of a proper reply to his question would take an even tone though, and the way she was holding her breath just to keep from blowing her cover was burning a bit in her lungs.

Pulling the phone away from her ear for a moment she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm herself. Calm firmly in place she kept the whisper but gave it a bit more volume now that it seemed he was coming more to the awake side of life. It was a bit past three, but she knew he had trouble sleeping as it was and so if she'd woken him she had a tiny twinge of guilt.

The not quite a whisper now continued, "Yes. It's going to pour. It's my goal to have you wandering around half naked because of the stifling heat."

Of course even she couldn't keep it up much longer but she bit her cheek to keep from laughing and waited for at least one more groggy reply.

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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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Sarah nodded at his slight mumble of the coffee being too hot. It was but she had been doing the extremely discreet blow across before sipping the very top method and so far she hadn't scorched anything important, like tongues or the roof of her mouth. Swallowing her latest almost hot sip she nodded, "That's very true, and where would we be with out the ever prominent acting skills of the sentence structure challenged?"

"And no, this is good. The face to face is nice," Sarah agreed with him on that. It had been a bit flighty of her to pack it all up and swap coastal plans, but she didn't know anyone in LA and while she only knew Isaac here in New York, they seemed to get along really well.

Smirking at Isaac she shook her head a bit, "I'm never going to lose that God moniker am I?"

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"We wouldn't have Shatner, which may make life a little less entertaining." He set down the mug on a counter, waiting for it to cool. "I know I for one would miss the Priceline Negotiator."

He took a glance at the coffee mug before answering as if the mug would speak for him if he stared long and hard enough. Finally he looked up at her, eyes bright and lips tightly closed, trying to hold back what he thought was too loud of a laugh for the current situation.

"Nope. Never. Though I thought you might not mind it since you were the one who chose the name for yourself."

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"Ah yes, why I didn't go with something far less ominous I'll never know. I could've said I was David Caruso though, maybe you would've had issue calling me that?" Sarah's at least hopeful that she wouldn't have had to hear Isaac call her David Caruso at least. Sipping at her coffee she shrugged her shoulders up in a slight stretch before glancing back to the paintings.

Moving off the counter she was leaning on she headed back around and toward more of the paintings. Coffee mug in hand she sipped slowly and moved from one to the next, "These really are amazing Isaac. I can see why you do it, I mean if I had that sort of talent I'd use it all the time."

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"Oh, God, don't compare yourself with David Caruso. And look, I just called you God without even realizing it. Yeah, I'm pretty sure the name is staying."

Last time he followed her, but this time when Sarah moved, Isaac stayed put. The sound carried easily enough through the loft. "Thanks, but I don't really see it as a talent if that makes any sense. It's more of just something I've always wanted to do. Coloring as a little kid turned into this, which reminds me..."

He left the kitchen for the studio, finding a blank sheet of paper and withdrawing rarely used, cheap bottles of tempra paint, one of each of the primary colors. "I owe you a turkey. You never told me what color you wanted."

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Watching him she could feel the paint on her fingertip starting to dry, considering it wasn't that much and it was acrylic she could feel it pulling at her skin as she moved it. Lifting an eyebrow in mild curiosity she considered her options for the moment as she moved closer to Isaac as well. Her elbow pressed lightly against his chest as the paint streaked finger hovered in the air.

"It's drying. It's lost all of it's true weaponry," she stated as she flexed it feeling the paint crack against her skin. "I didn't get enough on my finger for this sort of battle. My paint-fu is lacking."

Sighing she glanced to her finger pouting a bit, "I'd reach for the bottle but then all bets are off, and I'm not really sure I stand a chance here. Clearly you are at an advantage." There was a pause as she let her eyes move from her fingertip to meet his eyes again, "Even against God herself."

Flexing her fingertip once more she could feel the paint pulling more, "Yeah that's dried on me now. It matches my nose though right?"

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"I don't know. Let me take a look." He didn't need to take another step forward as they were close enough to touch as it was, but he did just the same. With paint stained fingers Isaac gently took Sarah's wrist, lifting it up to her face. With his other hand he fully uncurled her index finger, placing the side of it against the tip of her nose.

Without letting go he looked from her nose to her finger and back again in appraisal. "Not quite," he said quietly, eyes looking to meet hers. "Your nose is a lot more faded."

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When he moved closer still Sarah watched his hand, seeing the remnants of paint on his wrists that clearly turpentine and a shower hadn't gotten rid of. His touch was light but still not something she felt like she wanted to shift her wrist out of at all. Watching him take the moment to compare her finger to her nose she almost felt the need to hold her breath, just from the quiet tone that his voice took and the way he was looking at her

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He wasn't surprised by the kiss. It wasn't that he thought of Sarah as "that girl and expected anything from her, yet the way they had talked from the very moment they met online all seemed to lead up to this point. It was a natural progression, and one that Isaac wasn't going to argue with.

As she stepped on her toes to kiss him, Isaac bent at the waist to meet her lips with his. They pressed against hers softly as he returned her kiss and he took the liberty to circle an arm around her, resting it against the small of her back to provide support for her stance.