Quinn glanced around his apartment once more. Delilah was coming over so they could finish up their project and he wanted to make sure that the place wasn't a huge mess. The simple loft was fairly clean considering it being the home of a 22 year old male and a curious, rambunctious, and mischievous 2 year old savanna cat. The cat in question was currently lounging at the top of the stairs leading to the loft. She seemed to be dead asleep but Quinn knew better. He smiled and headed into the kitchen to pull out the snacks he got for today. It was a galley style kitchen with bar seating. Quinn knew that he could have added a table in the open space between the kitchen and living room but it was so much more useful shoved in the corner by the door... A secondary work space is always useful for building scale models.

Other than the typical debris of papers, books, CDs, and project materials the place was pretty clean. He had pictures of family and friends strewn across the plain white walls with blueprints and posters of famous buildings adding bright punches of color. It was haphazard and completely him, just about the only thing he did in honor of Delilah coming over was the laundry, dishes, and light straightening. Why ruin the character of the place by putting everything away, not that he had a lot of storage space.

Quinn turned on the tv and got Netflix to play Extreme Engineering. He had already seen all the episodes but it was still so fascinating to watch. He was just sitting down on his super comfy couch when two things happened nearly simultaneously, his phone rang and someone knocked on the door. He answered the phone while making his way to the door, Isis actually best him to it and stood in front of it like a dog. "Move furball," Quinn nudged the giant cat out of the way, "not you mom! Talking to Isis. Someone's at the door..." He trailed off as his mom started to ramble on in his ear and he finally got the door open while trying to juggle holding the cat back and the phone to his ear.
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This time as she came into the building, there was no confusion on her face. The manager gave her an approving nod as she headed towards the elevator. It only took her a matter of moments to find the door and gently knock. Keeping her eyes moving from side to side, she was checking to make sure the pair did not sneak up on her again.

At least that was what Delilah was trying to do as a voice inside caught her ears. Quinn was home and by the sound of it, Isis was under his feet. Thus when the door opened and she greeted him with a smile, the raven haired woman had to stop herself from saying anything noticing the phone in his other hand.

Wincing, she nodded her understanding and slipped inside as quickly and as quietly as she could, not wanting to interrupt. She was moving towards the small galley kitchen she remembered from the first visit to put down the ‘token’ of thanks. A bag of her mother’s fudge landed on the counter as Delilah turned and once more jumped as Isis came towards her. At least this time she didn’t scream.
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Quinn smiled broadly at Delilah as she came in, "yes mom. I'll see you at dinner on Sunday," he silently mouthed an apology as he reclosed the door and turned the tv off. While Quinn was on the phone Isis approached Delilah with a chirping that is a throwback to her ancestors. She liked this new human and showed her affection by butting her head against a dangling hand, her tail flicking in pleasure.

He murmured noncommittally as his mom continued to ramble on in his ear at his first chance he broke in, "mom, mom I gotta go. My friend is here and we got to work on our project." He hummed and sadly shook his head. "I promise I'll try but I really do have to go." A pause then Quinn smiled and said softly, " love you too. Tell dad I said hi and I will call you later." He was finally able to hang up the phone and while shoving the phone in his pocket he turned towards Delilah, a sheepish smile on his face. "sorry about that. Mom tends to ramble and a bit hard to get off the phone."

The young man headed over to the kitchen and snagged a piece of fudge. He hummed in appreciation as he swallowed the gooey treat. "That's good. You make it?" He asked as he walked around the counter and opened the fridge pulling out two bottles of soda, one for him and one for her. He offered her one and asked "how was class? Anyone else try to mow you down?" He was of course talking about how they met, "and if they did, did they at least offer you cookies?" His smile was bright and teasing as he scooped up yet another piece of fudge.

When Isis made her way around the counter and started to crowd Quinn he moved back towards the open space and nodded towards the table in the corner. "Everything should be over there where we left it, I've got lots more of the pieces made and just waiting for your expertise to put everything together."
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At his mouthed apology, Delilah flicked her hand as if to answer no worries. It was his mother after all and with a son living alone with a cheetah, she was sure to worry. Heck, she was surprised the woman didn’t show up more often then. But without question, Delilah waited for the conversation to end, she allowed Isis to rub her hand. Long, well maintained nails scratched between the feline’s ears. While Isis had come to like her, Delilah still held a bit of distance. At least she wasn’t screaming this time.

Though as the phone conversation came to an end, the female human in the room managed to sneak her eyes back over towards Quinn and return his sheepish look with her own answer. It was a playful smirk more than a smile but well mannered. “Mothers will be mothers. They just have to know you are doing well without them.” Holding up a hand she had been using to pet Isis to politely refuse the soda, Delilah instead motioned for the bottle of water she saw in the fridge. “Too sweet for me. And no, it’s my mother’s creation. She likes to send some back with me every now and then. The main batch went to some of her friends so I got to the left overs before dad. He can clean the plate when she makes this.”

Following his lead back into the main area of the apartment, she walked back towards the desk and gazed at his work. Pieces seemed to look at odds with one another but she could see the progress that has been done since she was last there. “Sadly no. Just a normal day in class and studio. Though someone did ask me out for a drink the other night. History major though. Did not seem to understand design elements.” Her hand came out and pushed a few pieces side to inspect other elements.
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Isis thoroughly enjoyed the head scratch from Delilah. Quinn gave good ones too but something about nails made it feel so much better. Her purr was rather loud and made it quite clear that she was enjoying the attention. She rumbled unhappily when the nice hand was pulled away but when Quinn threw a toy across the room she happily chased it. Quinn laughed and shrugged, “Got the attention span of a two year old.” It was directed at Delilah but he kept his eyes on his cat as the feline began to play with the little ball. He turned back to her with a smile full of laughter and joy. “Yeah well,” He shrugged, “I think dad keeps her pretty busy or I would still be on the phone.” Quinn knew his folks were feeling the lack of him around but he knew his dad could take care of his mom so he didn’t feel too bad about it.

“Well tell your mom her fudge is delicious.” Quinn pulled out a plate of homemade cookies that he had snagged from the cook the other day. “I can totally see why your dad would clear the plate. I snitched the cookies from my folks house. They are pretty good but I think the fudge trumps the cookies.” He followed her over to the work table and stood quietly as Delilah poked through the work he had compiled, he wasn't listening very well but something made him snap to attention.

“Wait… what?” Some guy asked her out? It made Quinn fee really strange to think that she might actually have gone out on a date with someone else. Its not like they were dating, hell he didnt even know if she had a boyfriend, but it still grated on him. He didn’t want to admit that even though he liked her he hadn’t asked her out yet. She was funny and sweet, sarcastic and snarky, intelligent and pretty. “Don’t suppose you would want to go out for dinner? After we are done the project of course.” He hastily added so it wouldn’t seem like he was trying to pressure her. A blush rode high on his cheeks and he nervously combed his hair with his fingers, disheveling it and making him look like a surfer dude.
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“I’ll let her know next I talk to her which, knowing my mother, will be this evening because she wants to make sure I’m alive. The idea of being alone with a man makes her worry still.” Delilah was grinning as she gave her attention to the papers. So off hand was her comment about about a guy asking her out that his reaction made her hand slip. Papers and items, pens and materials went rolling and flying off the desk as her hand froze in mid-shuffle. For a brief second, all Delilah could hear was the jingle of the ball Isis was pouncing on to stop it from rolling under the couch.

After a long moment, the woman began to smile. That smile slowly turned into a smirk. However her eyes had yet to lift and focus on him. “My My. Quinn, are you asking me out on a date?” Finally, her head made a turn to find his face. What she saw was that hair that so attracted her before, ruffled and wind blown. It matched well with the cheeks. She knew with that look the ball was in her court. Delilah had to play it just right to not let him hear how much her heart was racing. When was the last time she had been on a date?

Thankfully no one could answer that.

Her body began to move as she made her way towards him. It was right when she got close that her path changed and she walked towards the feline. Kneeling down on the ground, Delilah grabbed the ball she was playing with and shook it a few times. “What do you think Isis? Should I accept your daddy’s offer?” Her attention shifted off the cat and she stole a glance towards Quinn.
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"I don't bite," Quinn held up three fingers in the boy scout salute, "promise." His smile was cheeky and full of laughter. He could understand, at least in theory, why a dad would be worried it was pretty traditional actually. "I can give her references if she wants." He was just joking around but his teasing faded off as he asked about the dinner and saw her reaction. She seemed really surprised by it and he had no clue if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Yes, tho if you don't want to it can just be dinner." He watched her approach and then veered away, making him oddly disappointed. He liked her and really did want to see where, or if, it could go anywhere. Quinn silently watched as she asked Isis what the cat thought and hoped she would would say yes.

Isis on the other hand couldn't care less about the tension in the room. Delilah had picked up her toy and wanted to play. Isis batted at the chiming little ball before sitting up and eyeing the young lady. The human wasn't paying attention anymore, and yet was still holding her toy. Isis promptly got in Delilah's face with her rumbling purr and rubbed herself over her front and under her chin. 'Pay attention to me' her actions practically screamed.
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The move from the cat caused Delilah to jump.

Falling backwards, the toy went flying behind her as she felt the vibrating sensation of the large feline begging for attention. But before her hand could find the body, Isis was after the toy yet again! Ball of energy she was.

Now on her butt, Delilah looked shocked but quickly recovered with a laugh. It was a deep and true laugh that released tension the woman did not even know she had within her body. During this time, Delilah turned her eyes back to Quinn and gave a nod. It would take another moment before she could breathe again to answer. “I would love to. But let’s go out for dinner. Something tells me that one makes eating around here an adventure.”

Looking over her shoulder now towards Isis, Delilah gave a slow shake of her head. “I don’t know if that was a ‘yes, go out with my daddy’ or just ‘woman, give me back my toy.’ Either way, you I guess it worked in your favor."
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Quinn nearly jumped to try to catch Delilah as she fell backwards. That was the second time his cat had dumped her on her a**. He hurried over and crouched down to give her a hand up. The worry on his face was quickly replaced with happiness when she agreed to dinner. He knew just the place too. He chuckled softly and nodded. "When it's fish or chicken eating standing up is the safest bet but even that isn't protection against the begging and furry guilt trip." He excelled at eating standing up.... That and ordering take out since cooking isn't terribly easy either.

Quinn glanced over where Isis was contently playing before smiling at Delilah. "Likely a mix of both. Not that I'm complaining," his grin had more than a little rogue in it but the rest was full boyish charm. He couldn't wait for the date but no matter how he wanted to dance for joy work came first. "Let's get the dress done so we will have something more than you saying yes to celebrate." He wanted to get the project done not just to finish it but so he could turn his full mind to planning the best date ever. She said yes!