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WHO: Matt, Wanda, & Pietro
WHERE: Restaurant Row, Manhattan
WHEN: May 18th, around 12:30pm
SUMMARY: Matt is going to meet Wanda and her "friend" for lunch to discuss her recent cash winnings in Vegas.
WARNINGS: None atm?
FORMAT: Quick/whatever

[Matt's been hanging around the corner of 46th Street and 9th Avenue for a solid 10 minutes, waiting for Wanda and her friend to arrive. He's at a bit of a disadvantage, its true, being a blind man waiting to meet a pair of strangers he's only conversed with over the phone-communicator-whatever the hell it's called. She and her friend could be standing right there in front of him, and he wouldn't necessarily know them from any other pedestrians buzzing around.

He looks mildly bored, leaning up against a street lamp, trying to kill some more time. Maybe he should have told Wanda he was blind. That might have helped. But oh well, it's done now. The waiting game begins.]

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[As expected, Pietro had insisted on accompanying her to meet the stranger from the network, and so when she stops short on a street corner -- 46th and 9th, by complete coincidence -- it is to look at her.. aha, "friend" with reproach and slight trepidation.]

I don't actually... know exactly what he looks like.

[How had she not realized that this would be a problem until now?]

[Looking down is nose in slight reproach, Pietro lifts an eyebrow, but manages to keep his tone light. He isn't upset with her oversight, more bemused.]

And you didn't think to ask? Well, he should be looking for us as well, no?

[This is one of those fantastic situations when having superhuman hearing came in very handy. Clearing his throat, he pushed off the lamppost and tried to catch their attention.]

Ms. Maximoff? Wanda?

[She recognizes the voice and turns with a look of startled relief, beaming at the -- surprisingly handsome man.]

Mr. Murdock! Hello!

[Pietro gives Matt a dismissive once over. The suit and sun glasses don't strike him as all that odd, Wanda had already informed Pietro that this man is some sort of financial adviser. The corporate uniform still isn't something he immediately trusts, however, and Wanda's enthusiastic greeting doesn't help much.]

[Matt smiles cordially, hand extended to shake hers. She sounds pleased to see him, at least, even if her companion seems less than impressed.]

It's a pleasure to meet you. And please, Matt is just fine.

[He tilts his head at Pietro, eyebrow arched slightly.]

You two didn't have any trouble finding me, I take it.

[Wanda shakes his hand warmly, her own soft and small in his.]

I hope you haven't been waiting long! I should have asked what you looked like, that was -- a bit silly of me.

[She twines one auburn curl around her finger as she smiles, a little sheepishly.]

[Pietro sees that sheepish, flirty smile and doesn't like it one bit.]

Yes, but all is well that ends well, now, isn't it.

[If his tone is a little terse, it's entirely unrelated to that smile. Really.]

Yes, water under the bridge. We're all in one place, and that's what really matters.

[Matt is intrigued by Pietro's tone, but won't bother to comment on it now. He's encountered men with shaky attitudes before, if it gets to be distracting, he'll deal with it later. So he gives a charming smile, and continues on with the agenda. There are lots of restaurants lining the street, so many food choices, so many lovely smells.]

Now that the issue of finding each other is out of the way, where would you like to go?

[Wanda does not seem to notice Pietro's distaste, far too busy beaming at Matt.]

Oh, I've never been to this street before -- do you have any recommendations?

[Of course she doesn't, and that just proves to irritate him all the more.]

Something simple and, preferably, fast. If you wouldn't mind.

[He crosses his arms and screws up his face into something that totally isn't a pout.]

[Matt can practically hear the expression on Pietro's face, and if he weren't so busy trying to act like a professional, he might have chuckled a bit. What was the deal with them, he can't help but wonder. This guy seems awfully overprotective to be just a friend...]

There's a deli a block down. I've never been there, but it smells nice. And I suspect sandwiches will be fast enough for you, friend.

[She catches his tone, this time, and glances over at him in startled reproach before just as quickly turning a smile back on Matt.]

That sounds perfect. If you'd lead us, Matt?

[He's decidedly okay with the reproachful look, if it'll get her to knock it off. Except it doesn't seem to be working, so Pietro just scowls more.]

Yes, please, lead the way.

Great, if you'll follow me.

[There is very little fanfare as he heads off for the deli, walking slower than his usual pace, just to be sure that Wanda and her friend are following. The deli is open and inviting, and it smells amazing. There is bound to be something to suit everyone's appetites. It's one of those places where you can sit anywhere and order at the counter.]

[Wanda looks around the deli in undisguised delight, drinking in the sight and smell of it.]

It's perfect.

[She approaches the counter, already examining the menu thoughtfully.]

[Pietro is surprised by exactly how excellent the place looks, but quickly hides his enthusiasm behind a generically underwhelmed expression.]

This is acceptable, yes. Should we order first, or find a table?

[Matt has already joined Wanda at the counter, placing his order quickly and fishing around his wallet for enough miscellaneous bills to cover his meal.]

You two go ahead and order, I'll find us a seat.

[Which he does, heading toward the back of the deli, finding an empty table with enough chairs and room for the three of them.]

[She spends a few moments considering, and then orders carefully, rooting through her bag for her wallet -- how had she managed to acquire so much purse clutter in so little time?]

[Not even bothering to wait for the attendant to finish writing down Wanda's order, Pietro speeds through his. Before Wanda's looked up from rummaging through the bag, he's handed the cashier more than enough to cover both meals.]

We should go find your friend.

[He's still displeased with just how friendly she's being, but... He just has to be better. That's all.]

[He raises an eyebrow, listening to them as they place their orders, smiling cordially as he waits for them to join him at the table.]

So, shall we get down to business? I understand you've recently come into a great deal of money.

[Wanda looks at Pietro in surprise, then grins and thanks him, leading the way to sit across from Matt with a smile.]

Ah.. yes, rather.

[Oh-so-casually, she pulls a folded check from her purse, flattening it out on the table and pushing it towards him.]

[Pft. As if he would let Wanda pay. Pietro takes the empty seat and scoots it perhaps a little closer to Wanda's side of the table than necessary. He's still not convinced this financial planner is on the level and doesn't particularly approve of just how trusting Wanda is being.]

[He takes the check and flattens it also, running his fingers over the ink, expression obviously intrigued as his attention settles on the sum.]

That's quite a bit of money there, Ms. Maximoff. And if I understood you correctly, you don't currently have a bank account?

[He sounds slightly skeptical. And he's also a little put off by Pietro. Perhaps it would be better if he knew who he was dealing with...]

I'm sorry sir, I didn't catch your name.

[She shakes her head, a little reproachful.]

I have not been here very long.. and I always used my aunt's account, back home. We never needed much.