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((Snap, really nice picture, Road 8D))

When they turned into a more narrow road, Lavi urged Thunder to ride slightly behind Daisy instead to allow them both more space. He hadn't expected the open, light-filled clearing that followed the somewhat dark trail they'd just come through. It gave the impression as if the place had been designed somehow instead of being formed by nature, the large tree stump perfectly in the middle, the sun shining down on it like some kind of spotlight, as if it was meant to be used. It had a kind of serene stillness, surrounded by a thicket of trees on all sides, and it made him feel like he'd stepped outside of the world for a while. Memorizing the path they'd just taken, he thought about maybe taking Sil there sometime.

Lavi smiled at Kiah's enthusiasm about the place she'd found, nodding his approval, knowing exactly what she liked about it. "It's beautiful." His voice was quiet as well, not really wanting to ruin the tranquillity either. After dismounting, he led Thunder to the tree and, like Daisy, tied him there. The horse immediately started nibbling on the bale of hay and Lavi gave him a pat on the neck before following Kiah to the stump and lowering himself on the blanket she'd spread out. "This all looks great." He told her with a grin as she started to arrange all the food out on the stump, she really hadn't exaggerated the amount, and recognized some of it as the treats that had been laid out in the Ballroom.

(( Oh my god! That's gorgeous Road! heart ))

"I come here whenever I need a break, just to get away from it all and relax for awhile. It's kind of like a little hidey-hole when you think about it." Kiah smoothed out her dress and sat down carefully next to Lavi, making sure it didn't touch the ground near the blanket. After holding out a plate for Lavi to take, Kiah threw the sandwich she'd made for herself onto hers, along with a handful of grapes, carrots, and a few of the bon bons from the ballroom. She'd was happy to note that everything was still relatively cold and poured herself a glass of milk from a small container.

"Thanks, I-," Kiah was cut off as an old man rode into the clearing a bit clumsily, stuck watching him with wide eyes as he slammed down to the ground. She couldn't believe that they'd been found so quickly and simply froze while he walked over, her stunned mind trying to figure out what he was talking about. She had enough sense to smile while he was drawing, and yelled a 'thank you!' to his quickly retreating back, wondering if their meeting was a coincidence or not. "What... just happened?" Turning to Lavi and putting the picture between them, she looked over the detailed piece with wide eyes. "Wow... This is really good! I wonder who he was... He was really sweet..."

To say Mishka was nervous didn’t even begin to touch the word. As he eased through the crowd he wondered if being wrapped into this Blind Date business was a terrible idea. He had only been in The Order for a few months now, and had just recently moved into the European Branch where much of the action took place and his skills would be needed the most. Some of his new comrades had cooked up this idea; he was a friendly young man who was perhaps a little too shy for his own good, so perhaps a date with one of the Order ladies would get him to loosen up and at least make a new friend.

He was dressed as a dapper young English gentleman, having become accustomed to the far more agreeable weather of England as opposed to the frigid temperatures of Russia. He was tall, but lean dressed in a clean white undershirt and a grey pinstripe vest that fit his tapered waist snugly, the silver buttons shined and polished beneath the gas lamps. He glanced again at the card in his hand, the edges of it starting to fade from where he had ran his fingers along it as a nervous habit, reading the words “La Lune” again. Spotting the sign for the restaurant above the street he felt his heart jump into his throat and his palms sweat a little. His eyes were storm cloud grey, but despite the severity of them they were soft and kind as they fell on the form the lovely young woman standing near the doorway, seeming to be waiting. A slightly shakey hand lifted to brush through the spiked light blonde hair that did nothing to darken his already pale complexion.

“You are… date?” He asked quietly to the beautiful young woman, a distinct Russian accent thick on his words. There could be no other reason that a woman so lovely would be standing outside all on her lonesome; not a man in the world would risk leaving her alone in fear that another would easily sweep her off of her feet. In his other hand were two roses, one pink and the other red, and he held them out to the young woman. “For beautiful date. I… not know favorite color. Bring both... for Valentine color.”

Kiah glanced at the spot where he disappeared one last time before laughing a bit, finding humor in the strange situation. "I guess it's not as secluded as I originally thought." Starting on her sandwich finally, she tilted her head at Lavi's question and looked at the trees for a short time, waiting to finish the food in her mouth before she answered. "Well, if you don't mind, sure! You're not just saying that to be a gentleman, though, are you?" she asked mischievously.

Kiah slowly finished off her sandwich and started eating everything else on her plate, regretfully looking at all of the food that had remained untouched. "I don't know if I can eat much more..." Sighing while standing up, she carefully set the drawing next to her yellow rose in the basket to get up and do something, unable to eat more and iching to let loose some energy. She quickly sat down again, not wanting to rush her date just so she could wear herself out in the training room for the day.

((Oh mah gaaaaawd, Road, both pictures are so lovely ;_; ))

Mizaka noticed Soma was glancing out the window as he ate. Did he, too, sense that someone was watching them? Before she could say anything, the old man strolled up to them, claiming what a lovely couple they were and began drawing them.

"Oh, w-we're not-" she began, but then the old man started telling his story of his wife and she soon felt bad for him. Losing a loved one isn't easy. She knew that all too well. And since the old man apparently lost his wife not too long ago, the whole thing seemed even more heart-wrenching. After sharing a quick glance with Soma, Mizaka sat there quietly and let the man finish with his drawing. Soon the old man was finished and he handed her the drawing, which she carefully took in her grasp.

"Thank yo-" The old man had already left. "That was...odd." She looked at the picture and gasped in surprise. "Oh! It's lovely!" She handed the picture to Soma for him to see.

He actually blushed a little when he realized that he hadn’t introduced himself to her right off the bat. It wasn’t in his nature to do things that he felt were not good manners, but he had wanted to make sure she was his date before he bombarded her with an introduction. “Oh, very sorry,” he said softly, and as she offered her hand to him, he took it carefully and leaned into a gentle bow, placing a soft kiss along the curve of her gloved knuckles. “My name is Mishka Domashev.” He spoke much slower this time, to make sure what he was saying was quite understandable. The English language was something he knew, but he still struggled with the sentence structure. Understanding it was much easier for him, which he was thankful for as he knew he would want to comprehend every word this woman said. “I am… very pleased to meet Liv. Very beautiful name. I have not heard before.”

As the young man straightened from his greeting, he smiled quite brightly at how pleased she seemed to be over the roses. Even though he had been told that his date would be the one choosing the venue and the acts of the evening, he couldn’t help but at least bring her a little something to thank her for planning the wonderful evening he was sure lay ahead of them. “To thank Liv, for lovely evening. Already very lovely,” he told her with a small nod of his head, letting his eyes part from her long enough to take in the scene of the restaurant and a long inhale as he enjoyed the sweet scent of the evening air mingling with delicious food. The smile never left his face, but he did offer an arm to the young woman near to him if she felt inclined to take it so he may escort her. “Shall we?”

“Liv is very kind for this. Thank you,” He said as surprise took his features, seeming to have not have expected that she would be bringing anything for him. It was not usually the way things were done, but it was certainly a pleasant surprise to receive a gift from a beautiful woman no matter the circumstances. He knew that they were chocolates by the look of them, and he hoped she would like chocolate as well so perhaps they could share them for a lovely dessert later in the evening.

As he lead her inside, his chin was up high and Mishka tried his damndest not to look at Liv more than necessary. To him, she was a very pretty young woman who knew how to dress to flatter and he really had to work to keep his eyes cast forward as to not embarrass himself. It was an easy thing for him to do—his experience with young women didn’t go much further than a sister and a mother, as he was still early in his life. The sight of their date area made him quickly realize how little experience he really did have, since the scene in front of him seemed terribly… romantic. Was this the way most first dates were meant to go? He swallowed, unsure if he even knew enough about romance to carry out a proper date, but moved around and carefully pulled out the chair to offer it to the lady on his arm. After she had settled down, he moved to sit across from her with a small, nervous smile.

“I have been at European Branch for three week now. I am… from Russia. So, I am still working on English. I apologize,” he replied to her polite questioning, starting from the earliest question he could remember and working his way backwards. “I am physician assistant, and I joined Order to help people where help most needed.” Mishka laughed a little, hoping his thoughts and words would translate together. “Soon, I can take test to become full physician, after I help in Order with injured Exorcist and Finder. I have not seen much of Order, because building is quite… big. I get lost, and not meet many people. Now I have met Liv and will see more, I hope. Just not in infirmary, please,” he nodded his head with a gentle chuckle, not wanting to see the young woman injured and in his care if he could avoid it. In fact, he hoped that Liv’s job in the Order was one that didn’t involve field work and that she stayed out of the line of fire.

“How about miss Liv?” Mishka asked, tilting his head with his grey gaze intent on her, deeply interested in her answer. She didn’t look like an Exorcist to him; most Exorcists were scarred, and though he couldn't exactly pin point it, they looked at the world differently. Often times when he was around them in open locations with civilians, they looked over their shoulders like an animal that knew they were being hunted. In a sense they were; walking targets for Akuma to keep civilians safe from harm. Liv didn't have that air about her.