A Song and a Rhyme

Name: "Nathaniel Haynes" (Really known as Daniel Taylor)

Appearance:
Age: 26
Height: 6'0 Weight: 135
Personality: In high school, he was an all average joe. Not too cocky (unless it came to beer pong) and always very polite. Of course he had his mishaps of partying with the boys too hard and pissing off his then girlfriend, but he knew how to keep it under control when needed. Since College, he's been more serious, but also more outgoing and less to take any bs and just wants the straight out truth. But since making it (almost barely) as a singer/song writer, he's been more solo-ish than with an agent. He can take care of himself, basically.
Occupation: Artist

Other: He usually tends to blame Mandy as the one to end it all. The only real thing he held from her was when he thought he had gotten her pregnant when the condom had slipped off. But of course, it seemed to work out well if she still was fine the next month. He never told her then. He hopes to have a good future in music, perhaps even beyond.

Nathaniel sighed, waiting at the table he reserved at the restaurant with patience running thin. Sometimes he wondered why he even called her or went so far as to track her down. Honestly though, he was curious as to what she was up to or who she was with. Hell, he just wanted to also rub in her face that he made it as an artist. (or at least somewhat. He's getting popular..) He sighed, checking his watch and tapping on the table impatiently as he waited.

Nathaniel sighed, standing up and smiling (a fake one that he mastered a long time before this day) as she came to the table by the help of the matre dai'. "Well, hello again, Mandy." he said, pulling out her chair for her and then taking his own seat. She surely changed over the five years, maybe not in stature, but in shape. He cleared his throat, a little twinkle in his eye. "So..how are you?" he asked, his hands over the table and folded over each other as he nervously looked down. He felt it was her fault, really, and almost hoped she would apologize. First.

((Ohoh...I like this character already! > Interesting to break down the wall soon enough.))

Nathaniel chuckled, noticing the big ring on her hand. What a douche, really. Still, he hadn't really cared for her in a long time. She broke his heart, why bother asking why? "Well..I see you're engaged? Married maybe?" he asked as he raised a brow and smiled. Really, he found it hilarious. Someone else found her to be a good woman? Interesting.

((Hell, yours! XD))

Nathaniel grunted as she made herself so stuck up as to correct him. He watched as her finger ran along the rim of the glass, feeling his jaws clench. He wanted to tell her off so badly, but it would be ridiculous and foolish. "Hm, nice. Who's the guy?" he asked, feeling a bit jealous, but not really once he reminded himself of what he didn't want to have: her. It may be harsh, whatever, but he didn't care for her either. They both were sour for each other which fit him just fine. "Not too big yet, but I'm getting there...any songs you found familiar?" he asked, holding back a smirk as he rubbed his chin and drank his water.

Simon Hamilton? Really!? Nathaniel felt his hands twitch at the very mention of his name. So the smug son of a gun actually went ahead and swooped down to take what was his left overs? How 'honorable' of the bastard. "Yeah, I remember the guy. Kind of a snobby asshole, but I remember him." he said, smiling a little. But of course, he would never admit to being emasculated. Never! He cracked his knuckled, chuckling. "Well, how did that happen?" he asked, really actually curious as to how that snobby little boy got his girl or rather, his ex. She was obviously out of his league!

Nathaniel grunted, losing the smile but shrugging. "Eh,good for you. I've had a few girls along the way, but I'm settling with this one girl right now. Sarah Kline, I'm sure you've seen her in a magazine or two?" he said, smiling but really laughing on the inside. This girl was a model for like Cosmopolitan or even Victoria's Secret. She was no stranger to photo taking either. She knew she was looking good and showed it. "So, I guess that makes two of us, taken." he emphasized the word, nodding as he saw the waiter and took his menu, having the waiter hand Mandy's menu to her.

Nathaniel felt his jaws clench again. The damn little girl was being all snobby eh? Guess some of that Simon Hamilton rubbed off on her. "Interesting..cause last night she seemed fit as can be. Flexible too, she's just taking time off to relax and enjoy what she's accumulated in terms of money. Also, she didn't think it would be right to keep posing like she did when being with me. She wanted to keep herself appropriate. But then again, that's not common, being appropriate." he explained, shrugging as he ordered steak with a side of mashed potatoes and toast. He drank from his cup again, sighing.

Nathaniel gripped his hands and chuckled. "Wow, you really going that low now? Geez, I thought you still had dignity but I guess I was wrong." he mentioned, shaking his head as he leaned back. He cleared his throat when she made that comment about having her..come..every time, but he shrugged it off. "Well, at least I did and that's all that mattered really. I got my pleasure out of it, just as you did somewhat I think." he shrugged again, chuckling as he saw the waiter rush off with a blush on his face. Kid really needed to learn to plug his ears.

Nathaniel did take note as to how hard it was for her to look at him straight in the eye. He wondered why that was so but he looked away and nodded. He agreed to the solemn sentence and drank from his glass, not willing to hold it up for her. The food came by quickly, much to his liking. "I'm curious though..what's your job?" he asked, a bit interested and straying away from the insulting. He realized it was a bit childish, but he couldn't help feeling as such. It was an ex. Not like there was a handbook in how to handle these encounters.

And why should he raise his glass to the stone cold b*tch who broke their relationship? He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Fine, don't tell me anything. I know things went down south between us, but that doesn't mean you have to be so up with yourself as if you're above me." Nathaniel spat, cutting into the steak with fervor as he wanted to just put something in his mouth before he shoved his foot in it.

Nathaniel stared at her with sharp eyes. "I've got nothing? I didn't get stuck with some loser with money and sleep with him for like....a few months after we broke up. Yeah, and I know about that because one of his friends luckily decided to rub it in my face before I left town." he said, an obvious anger and rage building within him. "And also, I have a dick thank you very much and so far, at least my girl enjoys it better than you ever did. Silent slut." he said, scoffing as he stood and put down money on the table. "You just reminded me of how better off I was without you, and also...that song I made for you on that one birthday? I didn't regret one thing, putting it on record and having it blown through the radio." he said, sneering a bit as he left the restaurant.