Waiting, is usually something Nathaniel is very good at. It takes him a long time before he falls into boredom. But this place, it's a whole different world and the itch of worry won't quite go away. He spends most of his days waiting at the door on the deck, waiting for it to reopen so her can get back to his mother. While highly regarded, Firsts are getting into more and more danger lately. Some demons trying to tip the balance, that age-old eternal battle raging on.

But just once, he's tired of waiting by the door. His duties to his mother are a huge part of his life, but when he's sitting around doing nothing... it's getting too much now. He needs to do something. Or at least have some kind of social contact with someone.

Bars are usually a good place to start.

Ordering something with plenty ice because damn this warm weather today, he squints slightly across the bar at the kid, well... she looks like a kid compared to him, with some sketching supplies in her hands. Huh. Interesting. He's not artistic in any way, but he'll take an interest. It's a good enough place to start, right?

"Drawin' anything interestin'?" he asks across the bar.