She nodded at him her smile fadding away. She was hopping that he would have asked her to dinner or something, but this would have to do for now. She let go of his arm and started to walk away from him.

"Oh here, If you ever need anything, this is my address." Elliot said handing her a piece of paper with his address. "You can come over whenever or how often you'd like" he said as he began to feel awkward standing there. He really didn't want to rush home. He knew there wasn't really much to go back to. His father was no longer staying at home with him.

Iszute smiled at him and took the peice of paper. Then her grandma walked out.
"Come in come in. Both of you. We will have some tea." She stated and Iszute looked at him.
"You heard her. Lets go in." She said with a smile.

Elliot smiled as he followed them inside for some tea. He was relieved he was invited as well. He walked into the house and he glanced around. "Wow, nice place" he whispered to Iszute with admiration. It was a pretty lovely house.

Iszute smiled when he complamented the house.
"My grammie has always been one for tradition." On the outside the house looked like a plain three storey skinny and tall house. Done in a simple greek style on the out side. On the inside it was a very elaborate house and looked enormus. In the middle their was a water fall that went all the way up to the third floor and a sun roof that went over it. Shelves covered the second and third floor balconies that went around the water fall. Inside of the waterfall was a tall white greek pillar. The house was painted in earthy tones and covered in native and greek possetions. Iszute's grandmother had lived though both the greek and native american time lines. She kept everything in great condition. The kept walking and went into her tea parlor. It was a little dome shaped room with a small fire pit in the middle. She had anything from fethers to bones to gems laying around and hanging on the walls. The chairs were simple but soft small animal skins laying around the fire pit. Iszute sat down on one and motioned for Elliot to come sit next to her.
"I'll be right back with the tea dearies." Her grandma said and bustled out of the room.

Elliot was amazed by the house. He was quite fond of the waterfall. He circled around the tea parlor to get a good look at it. It looked very fancy. Very well suited for a model he thought. He looked over to Iszute to see her motioning him to come sit down with her. He walked over to her and sat down next to her as he waited for her grandma to come back with the tea. "Wow, Iszute, its almost like you live like royalty or a Goddess" he teased her as he looked around the room some more."It has a nice style to it" he said thinking he probably seemed retarded saying things like that.

Iszute almost flinched when he said she was some sort of goddess but then laughed it off.
"Oh its not my home. I'm just staying with grammie. She takes good care of me when I'm in town. Only the finest everything for the only grandaughter she gets to see." She said with a small smile. She missed her family already.

Elliot smiled. "So where are you from anyways?" he asked wanting know more about her. "Did you just come to town to visit your grandmother or because of your job?" he asked as well. For some reason he wanted to know everything about her. He couldn't explain it. She was somehow different from everyone else in this town, but just couldn't place his finger on it. That's why he wanted to get to know her better. He waited for Iszute to answer his questions.

(I've veen pronouncing her name is zu et lol)

Iszute thoughte for a moment.
"I sapose I came to see my grammie mostly. Partialy cuz my dad made me. It's always nice to see her though." She said with a smile ignoring his question about where she was from. She would have to figure that one out soon.

Elliot smiled. "Its always nice to visit your relatives. You never know when they will disappear from your life." he said remembering the only family he had left was his father. And he was very ill and the doctors said he might not make it through the year. The thought of that did sadden him a lot. His father was all he had left now and it hurt to think about losing him. He shook the thought out of his head and changed the subject. "Do you come here often? How long are you here for?" he asked. He felt like such a little kid asking all these questions. He felt like an idiot.

iszute smiled as he asked her questions.
"Well, I'll probly stay for a few years this time. It's basicaly untill my dad says I can come home. I don't really come often." She said thinking about her dad and what life was like.

Elliot looked down for moment thinking that it may have been a bad question to ask. "Oh I see" he said trying to think of something to change the subject. He just kind of sat there thinking. "I keep asking all these questions about you, is there anything you want to know about me?" he asked feeling even more stupid now than ever. He brought his hand up to his head and scratched his head. He was terrible at talking to girls.

Iszute giggled. She thought his frustration was cute.
"Well there are a lot of things I could ask you. I guess. I don't know. Haha. Why did you get into photography?" She asked him smiling. He grandma waddled in with a tea tray.

Elliot smiled. "Well I got into photography because of my dad. Well I always grew up loving photos. I'd always walk around with my camera taking pictures. As I got older the more i grew out of it. I began to develop and an interest in music instead. I was going to go to college for that but my dad refused and said I'm just a deadbeat no good musician and said I should follow him in the photography business. My dad was a photographer and the owner of the company does photo shoots around here" he said scratching his head.

Iszute listened to him. She frowned when she heard what his dad had said.
"I'd really like to hear your music some time. What do you do? Sing or play?" She asked with a sweat smile.

((Sorry for late response... Computer broke down, but I'm back))

Elliot blushed when she said she wanted to hear his music. "Well its been awhile since I've played my music, but I can do both sing and play." he said. "I also use to write my own music" he added a bit shyly. He never met someone who would be interested in his music. "Maybe some day you could hear me play." he added looking down at the ground embarrassed.