Nico sat in a cafe people watching. He wished he had people to hang out with but there was nothing he could do about it. ::Neal?:: He sent tentatively. He didn't want to startle his love but he needed somebody to talk to. He knew it was midafternoon where Neal was. He just needed some sort of contact. He was starting to hate being alone. He was so close to getting to the States and he was tempted to sell some of his nicer things at a pawn shop to make up the missing money.