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Quin was glad that Nate was prepared for the winter. From the sound of his accent, it wouldn’t have been ridiculous for him to be clueless, and Quin had seen them before. People who thought they’d visit New York in the winter, to see the giant Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center and the fabled snowy Central Park. Instead of snow globes and I <3 New York t-shirts, they went home with expensive coats they’d had to buy just to keep them going through their sightseeing. Nate sounded like he was better off than those people, though. Quin was glad. It meant he wasn’t a moron.

Annnnnd bingo. Her clever ploy had worked, and the handsome stranger had agreed to her proposed tour of the park. Whatever her horoscope, Quin decided it had to have been in her favor.

”Alright.” she said, glancing around and trying to figure out the best place to start, ”Are you more into the touristy highlights, or do you like the more special little places that most people don’t normally know about?”

Quin kept track of details as Nate spoke. He’d mentioned agents and buyers, so obviously he sold something. His agent was exasperated with his tendency to ignore his phone, so that meant he really didn’t walk around with it attached to him at all times.

His name was Nate, but he didn’t give any more information than that. That was fine. He also swore he was not as clumsy as the accident had made him seem.

”Fair enough.” Quin said, a slow smile curving her features. ”I’m Quin.”

”I suppose I can forgive your lack of attention since it was such an important communication.” she said, smile growing even wider, ”If you’ll forgive me for running with my head in the clouds and forgetting to pay attention to the people down here on earth.” she admitted gracefully, then added. ”I really can’t blame everyone for being out enmasse though. It really is a beautiful day.”

It was a beautiful morning, promising to develop into what the weather caster had called a halcyon day. Quin wasn’t incredibly well read, but she knew enough to realize that meant it was going to be beautiful. That meant that her morning jog was mandatory…instead of optional like it was whenever it rained or snowed. She’d rolled out of bed, pulled on her running clothes and had still been wrangling her hair into an acceptable ponytail when she’d walked out of the apartment…and she had not been disappointed. Even if she was up early on a day off.

She took off for her jog and quickly found herself in Central Park, as she normally did. Apparently the rest of the city watched the same news channel, and had come out in force, because the jogging and bike trails were far more full than usual. Quin wanted to call them all fair-weather exercisers and ask them where they’d been when it was a hundred. She kept her mouth shut though, and kept moving, passing people where necessary and generally enjoying herself.

Despite the crowd, all the nature sounds prevailed, and Quin wondered why anyone ever wanted to run with headphones blaring music in their ears. You missed out on things when you did that. She didn’t have much room to talk though. Apparently when you were busy watching other people, and not the trail in front of you…you missed the fact that someone was texting and walking instead of paying attention.

You subsequently ran into them, and you subsequently ended up on your rear. In the middle of central park.

One of Quin’s favorite things about New York was that people were more than comfortable with lapsing into silence while they ate. This was an ideal situation for Quin because, and the redhead did not mind admitting this, she loved to eat. The pizza was delicious, and while they ate, Quin had to muse over how differently the night could have turned out when nobody else showed up at the bar for drinks.

It hadn’t though, and Quin had already made considerable progress through her slice when Ashton stopped for a drink of beer and a little conversation. Lowering her pizza for a moment to respond, Quin nodded her head enthusiastically, ”You did!” she exclaimed. ” You have to teach me. As soon as we're done.” Yup. Darts came after the pizza. Quin dove back in...so she could get finished more quickly, of course. Not because the pizza was amazing.

The unmitigated gall of the MRC visitor left Quin speechless for a moment. Then she found herself with a badge shoved into her chest and a woman vaulting over desks to get around her. This was simply ridiculous!

For a moment, Quin entertained Ashton’s notion of arrest. The woman had just assaulted her. She’d shoved that badge at her in a threatening manner, and had done nothing but be rude since arriving. The lady, and Quin used the term very loosely, needed a serious lesson in manners. Not from an intern though, and if she let Aston do the arresting it’d end up coming down on his head.

Quin shot Ashton a quick grin, then scowled at the FBI badge in her hand. Truth be told, the redhead didn’t care if the visitor was on the President’s Secret Service detail, there was a way you behaved to people, and that with the jumping over desks…was not it.

There was no way after that scene, that Quincy Archer was going to chase after the woman like a damn puppy, so she took a deep breath and let it out on a long sigh.

”No. Just let her go. Cervantes can deal with her. I am tempted to do what she said and call her boss. Just to submit a complaint.”

Weren’t all that bad? Quin snorted into her beer and heaved a large sigh. ”It doesn’t sit right with me. They didn’t do the book work, they didn’t do the leg work.

Ashton had said that the one guy was okay. Quin was going to be harder to convince, ”And I’m sure this guy was okay, you wouldn't say so if he wasn't. But he’s not a cop.”

This required another drink of beer, and shrugged, ”So you don’t have to worry about me saying anything.”